Like moths to the flame, we breath… We judge and conspire, as we hamme… A faceless communion, we stay safe… Where innovations a poison we pay… In long single file we follow the…
You hover over the bones of a dead… You’ve eaten all the flesh and the… You pick them up and use them for… And ponder the culinary gift Your the queen of quarrels bar non…
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
I’m not sure if its a warmth I ca… or if the energy in this house has… the universe lactates into this ro… a web of abject mental cruelty foa… I feel crushed by present events
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
caught between two raging storms, the clean shave of a cut throat strain, a sweep of ocean
honour my wishes, as I would yours until we meet again, shed no tears… remember love and laughter’s echo that’s my legacy, my love and hope… tread your memories and hold them…
as the shoulders sag and droop and… as the burden carried refused to l… the last hope of loves resurrectio… drowning in tears internally wept, you’ll sleep the night but that’s…
a cynical look life had kicked you in the dirt, then the kicks got a little harder and the cynic in you flourished wi… the kids suffered
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering
I’ve only myself to blame No one else, its my fault entirely How my lifes turned out, transpire… Its the only way it could I was a lazy child at home and sch…
two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…
will you repent, from all the thin… all those scars, from words that y… will you repent, from all that bin… all the hope, lost in the eyes of… a weak moment of my affliction
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs