Handshake, by Oliver Walsh

Handshake

Let martyrs be martyrs, let fools be fools,

For their time will come, when their time must come

Let beauty be beauty, let heroes save worlds,

For your time will come, when your time must come

Let the resting rest longer, let the dead lie still,

For they will be saved, when they must be saved

Let the masked stay hidden, let the liars keep running,

For any battle of theirs, is no battle of yours

(2012)

one day when I’m a failing starving poet and I’m in a haze heartily drunk on

I hope you’ll understand it when i… When we meet, I’ll smile, You’ll smile And we’ll want it to happen again. We have both been pretty lonely la…

after reading the short story, I was asked what it meant to me. “What does the rain represent?” I don’t know.

Be on the watch There is a God And there is a Devil Both are calling you Only you, and no one else

“Do you want to hold me or be held… She asked me. “Hold me.” I said as I laid back into her ar… We should never get married

I wish I could impress upon, Or at best impart, Some beauty, to you, My love. But all the beauty that can be

They say some things come naturall… And that other things don’t. They say some things are natural, And that other things are artifici… But no.

Manning the boat A captain sails straight into a st… Because there is no avoiding it And the rain hits it And the ice hits it

Some days, The sun just hides itself away, And there are no clouds or rain to… The sky is painted In perfect greyness.