Each word an ancient artefact.- Dr J.B Peterson
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Words and Pens
There’s something about the stars at night,that makes me want to write.Again my body meets my spirit, when I graspthe pen in earnest.In shadows of the trees, the rhymes I kissed.Words are blood, blank paper the sand,this pen is my sword, shakes not in my hand.Gripping my philosophy of good and evil. Aloof.Love conquers pain,Continue reading “Words and Pens”
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
Quote
a picture without a frame is like a soul without a body. Vincent van Gogh
Bealach na Ba
In unsure times a decision is made, to the mountains of Applecross we courageously head … I turn the key in the big old girl I look at the boys both excitedly smiling, I turn to you and say “will ya gang tae the Highlands lizzie Lindsay, will ya gang tae the Highlands with me”?WeContinue reading “Bealach na Ba”
The Angels Do Too
The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave. But I’ll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave Did the prophets see those bloody sheets? Do they know the meaning in our pains?They take you in one week.But you’ll burn forever threw my veins.Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.WhereContinue reading “The Angels Do Too”
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a desert turn green
I saw a desert turn green.But no letters today, and the phone rang out.I picked up a pen so I did not scream.I made it rhyme, so I would not shout.I looked out the window in the night,as she left me in a dream.I could see things clear from the moonlightI saw a desert turnContinue reading “a desert turn green”
In my craft or sullen art
One of my favourite poems ever written
Princes at War
A prince, but never to be a pauper.Sold the family crown, and headed, California.Our dear King Charlie had praised the fab four.Now two princes gone to war.The Queen is turning in her grave, surely Dianna in dismay.The dog bowl prince, too much to say.Can peace talks ever begin? Princes at war.Or another broken necklace, andContinue reading “Princes at War”