It takes balls, hell, it takes every inch, to keep spinning. To talk of flowers, or the death,

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,

The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.

Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.