These last words to you and I
I speak with love and affection
Drawing the blood, watching it drip
The rich colour, like a satin sheet.
The warmth, the comfort, the blood.
Do I feel alive?
My head is like a fresh spring day
Too many emotions, to express at the same time
The beauty of each one, forces the heart to betray
To keep these inside away from you is a murderous crime
Escape Of A Con Artist
To you I must say I’m sorry
But there is no more you and no more me.
I really did think it was plain to see
That maybe me and you were never meant to be
Take a look outside your window
What do you see?
people? trees? Cars? houses?
All normal everyday things
Collaboration With Daniel James Archer. Poetry Is
Without poetry there would be no love
no understanding, no deeper meaning.
Without poetry there would be no music
nothing to think back on, nothing to remind us.