I just want to occupy your thought… to have me reel to reel in your he… when you wake to have me behind yo… as you drift to sleep count me and… I just want to drip and ooze
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
the addict in me wakes as fury rai… like a freshly transformed werewol… in the pursuit of a end to an unwa… my heart races and saliva glands p… furtive eyes in the throws of frig…
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
before dead eyes i saw you in my room – dark and dim – cold, you were a fuzzy frail outline around an old photo frame, you stood perplexed– frozen
Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth
Look around and you’ll see Only two faced people smiling at y… You can tell they harbour ill inte… And wish your life was theirs Love is just a word made of shapes
all these faceless hollow images people I’ve never met but I know, their lives are a watercolour with gentle strokes its painted sl… secrets and lies and indiscretions
looking back over times murky mist how easy it can be to feel unease, as hindsight becomes a moral compa… when a future you wish to receive, its fragrance lays a sultry dream
swirls of dull grey a deep dark red finds its way thro… pale cream and yellow dots an artists impression this creation holds its nerve
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…
got a weekend pass to let myself down the symmetry of simplicity will confuse and dumbfound got a head full of nothing
