Monthly Archives: March 2011

How many times do I write to you? How many times do I think of you through the day? How many times are my thoughts linked to you? How long will it go on this way? For one reason or … Continue reading →

What do you do darlin’ When I’m thinking of you, You’re thinking Of Me? Golden Entranced Full Moon, A night, just we. Deny oneself to access the email: Nor phone, no postal, no text; Fingers flail. So what do you … Continue reading →

You brighten my spirit You drive me totally mad You lift my soul You drive me up the wall You fill my heart You tear me apart You bring me smiles You make me cry You make me laugh You … Continue reading →

Love is Love It’s in the heart It is synced in there from before the start Before your eyes meet the other way Before your hearts are within 3 feet Before you touch or kiss or caress Before the first … Continue reading →

Turn on the stove We have something to cook Mix it and blend it and see where you look It’s vivacious It’s mellow It will send you some thoughts Turn on the stove We can cook allsorts.

The boots are now old. Split, discoloured, blue. Dear old boots, I have no choice, But, regretfully, to discard you. I’ve been thinking of purchasing, Spotty boots anew. What a thought? How could I? A nightmare it must be. It … Continue reading →

Bassoon sings throughout the room Dancing, singing merrily in it’s quirky way Time traversed through each dimension Gone beyond universe beginnings Gone beyond human comprehension Lifting energy within Play that cute Concerto again.

I don’t want to eat The food it tastes so weirdly sweet I’m not really sure why.  Is it the wheat? Take it away. I don’t want to eat. My stomach does rumble, but I don’t really care. Say what you … Continue reading →

Late nights are no good for me I need to be in by at least three. Cos the frogs wont sleep; The dogs are pensive; Food, fuel, living so expensive. Try to rest your weary lids, That’s what you always … Continue reading →

Collecting my thoughts I jot down some notes My head so fuzzy Looks like everything I wrote Was scrambled and florid, sounding most horrid Fuzziness left. Thoughts gained order. Out came some lists and a plea for water. Simplest things … Continue reading →