Narrative

I long for those morning mizzles…

The drops which drenched my soul,

The soul soused...

After a time too long to be cared about,
Dined out, walked; and not just by myself.
...

Is there a place, where the poor don't live day to day,
Is there a place, where children of all...

Take a breath and look deep inside
Now is the time don't run and hide
Release the breath and...

Ah, the Orchid Room at the Blue Bar…

I come here to listen

to youth and vigor spilling out...

The rain darkens as it shadows the sun. Then there is one loud roar to let you know that the process has...

Do you have to be, as naughty as you are. Chewing up the Christmas tree and the boys toy car. You jump on...

What you see is not what's really there
An illusion of a man free from despair
A painted on...

The streets are flowing
with majestic expects
The home of Queen
and peasants a great...

We march for days; march with no end

The sun beats down. No rest

Weary

Step, step,...

Little wispy cloud above,

floating through the air.

Flying acrobatics, leading?,

...

Poetry is the dead cousin of art
It died in Stratford-upon-Avon, 1564
So what of revenge...

In these dark tunnels

I, the living

Placed before time

It was not time...

Upon the face a charming smile
beguiles the senses
tangles fragile wires
Confused...

Never liked the dark a bit;
Yet often
She’d turn off all the lights of our home.
One...

she walked with her head high
never to shallow but always humble
she was quiet
but...

If I can wake up to see you lying next to me, then I have been presented with the best anyone can ask for....