Tag: Write
Memento mori it’s just the very same old story You live and you die no glory Your time is a borrowed thing Hopefully some pleasure it will bring Death…
It’s been a long goodbye I miss you and wonder why Your time had come too soon Like music we were so in tune I am left under a…
An old one – from Uni days (1999), before my Irish lover sent flowers and changed my life, forever. DOORS CLOSING How often has the door closed on opportunity for…
“Inroad Spring“ the track runs through low scrub, a thin line worn by weather and countless soles before. springs self reveal in small ways- a warmer breath of wind,…
It’s one of the saddest cruelties for this country that alarm clocks weren’t invented earlier than they were. And seeing as you’re interested I’ll tell you why. A quick history…
Empty that’s the way I feel Lights are on nobody is home Empty is my permanent situation Stuck in a rut it’s a brutal syndrome Empty my river…
Eyes are windows. My eyes capture moments, freeze time, and light up at the smallest sunbeams that manage to come through. My eyes seem different than other people’s, because they…
Society, overwhelmed by screens and “’likes”, evades reality, like Paul, who, exhausted by bad news, wants to evade them because he is already dealing with his own set of problems, …