They are as tight as a ducks arse pardoning my french One could not get any tighter ...
Am I obsessed ? Paranoid ? I must confess I’m not too sure. For my brain,...
A poet is but simply a wordsmith. Stitching rhyme And rhythm, Sometimes.
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Tutting and complaining he does so well Not keen doing things as you can tell Nicknamed King...
You only live as long as the last person who remembers you. Negatively impacting your own life...
In times of discontent Some pious tears, a closing eye requires The soft quiet of prayer-...
I was eyes like my own, or pain like my own, or death so similar to life; this fuse in my bones this...
We crave the future And grieve the past Unaware of the now Which never lasts ...
damn I wish you wasn’t a hater but you are I thought we had made it but clearly not far...
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We can't tear ourselves away...
I'm ahead of the game, paperless and electric, progress is good, the point is it's hard to lick,...
I, to mine eyes Through to Orchards unafraid My thoughts travel, always wide And...
Why do I feel like my life is an experiment? Mentally a genius architect building Bethesda settlements. My...
If ever you dont know where your life is going, No never is your life pathless but slow success is...
I arose to the morning dew After peaceful rim, Relaxed from my slumber On piles of...
From the aggression lives an audible echo of silence Tight knots that lock nothingness ...
Well damn! You are balled up in your own fists, Jailed within the confines of a rigid...