My dear darling, So afraid of ticking time, Change and Chaos, chanting rhymes. Don’t you know? There’s only death in the end, drawn curtains – a guillotine on all the fancy Language dies, thought survives maybe a second longer and
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Written as part of a gift to a very special person. A prayer. Tell them who you are And that you reach the trees Tell them that you see Beyond. Belief and Faith They hold you sure Deep in your
I will make you Mold you in my mind How I want And then break you Down, hard Reduce you to rubble For my fun. Turn And I will make it worse Loved? burned.
This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular sticks of dynamite “We live, we die, we chase time” Scrawled below in a kind of swanky Helvetica In some god-forsaken
It’s amazing what a rainy night can teach you – How the earth works with cold rain and breeze after the blistering heat, The fun when you snuggle in with sisters, family or a lover and watch that movie you’ve
Recently I’ve been thinking About evolutions, backtracks And giant leaps into the vortex that is time and space. About the seeming inanity of it all. Well, not all of it but the stress, worry and hyperdrive panic we put ourselves