These Foolish Games
These foolish games we play Messing with others minds Pushing to the very limits Sinking deep down in the pits … Continue reading These Foolish Games
Category: Poetry
The Good Son
Walking home he takes a detour Wondering what, why when evermore Wrapped up against the biting chill As temperatures drop … Continue reading The Good Son
Searching for the Snowman
Searching, looking out up high Looking for a flash of white ‘Snowman, snowman, where are you? Come will you please, … Continue reading Searching for the Snowman
Running on Empty
Nothing in the fridge or in the cupboards Just a few out-of-date things (Chorus) She’s running on empty Ain’t it … Continue reading Running on Empty
Walls
Too many walls been in his way Time to knock them down, dust and grain Far too many been up … Continue reading Walls
Skeletons
Many secrets has she Some would find hard to believe Some embarrassing, others dark They belong in the past They’re … Continue reading Skeletons
A Life Less Patriotic
No more a follower shall he be Trapped in a life of conformity His ideas not his own But from … Continue reading A Life Less Patriotic
The Bloodied Sword
He drags his sword behind him The blade cutting through the dirt Exhausted he is through battle His muscles and … Continue reading The Bloodied Sword
Lemon
Bitter is the taste It stays in the mouth Refusing to leave Now heart-bound That kiss That dangerous kiss Won’t … Continue reading Lemon
Tantrumtino
The following is inspired by an interview with a British jounalsit between the overrated so-called writer/director Quintan Tarantino and Channel … Continue reading Tantrumtino
Caliburnus Rises 