On that train of life That leads to nought but belief The constant is me and my bag of dreams Rise, rise sun Sink, sink moon Up and down Bright yet dark A constellation of time One stands still Against the bold and the meek Away from the tides of bitterness and honeydew Parched IContinue reading “Whisky’s pain in the rain!”
Pain! Pain! Pain nothing can assuage, here therein, within. Beneath our skin. We peel, tear cut, inhale, to exhale. This is why we do what we do. Dull the senses. Imbibe, rile, indulge, hurt the hurt. Anything! Something! Within. Now. What annihilates: it, this, us, now!
there’s no being there when you’re on the phone no being there when you’re texting or emailing no being there in words when you leave a place, any place when you by my side, stand or sit hold my hands hug me close in the arena take space behold me still stand stay still everythingContinue reading “Bond!”
Sundays are becoming my most loved day of the week I welcome it with enthusiasm lately It tastes like sweet beginnings When anything can happen and I wait in anticipation It doesn’t lead me anywhere Nor do I impregnate it with ideals or goals And on this Sunday I spent time as usual on theContinue reading “Falling on Sundays”
I never ask anyone for much Neither do I expect them to come through It’s always been like that Me, doing me Me doing Always doing But once in a while Oddly enough from strangers nonetheless Something out of the ordinary They see me They see me, hear me to the point They make roomContinue reading “Be here”