The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”
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All Will Realise
This one you won, I’m to blame.If you think I’m conquered its you,that’s insane.Just a mere battle, admittedlyyou battled well.I succumbed, I tasted hell.Do not exult for long.For this sorry state I’m muchtoo strong.Resilient, fought for an age in time.This aint my first pen, this aintthe first line.Now in His name, contemplate yourretreat.I’m in Him.Continue reading “All Will Realise”
Death
Death shown me the way.Never would I have written a sentence.If I did not know, I’d die someday.So I be where… they don’t understand.With the ease of the piper and the armies band.Yes one day, I’ll be gone.My words though for them… will carry on.
Oasis, live’25
‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back. I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track. She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy. NowContinue reading “Oasis, live’25”
Order
The pathway to order is paved with chaos.
Cross Road
Freedom meets resistance,now it does not fly.I met the devil at the cross road,he did not tel me why.As the sand falls through the hourglass,I listen for the call. Who controls my interests?I’m not attracted to this fall.
write
There isn’t anything more fulling than doing what is right. After that just try to write ✍️
For the Sake of it
With this goodbye I start, and think of the holy ascension.Then I write for writings sake. Or the glorification of God,the ultimate glory of man.With the ego of Cain all around us, more sin than you could stand.I stand in reverence and adoration.In this a craft of writing.Listen to the voice that’s highest, or killContinue reading “For the Sake of it”
Death
If I did not know I would die someday, I would never have written a sentence.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Russian novelist
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