I got carried away by our interaction, Thought it was a source of mutual attraction, I got carried away by your seeming caring, Those whispered words and the texts endearing, I imagined ,we shared something special at times, I am sure we did, fleetingly, or maybe I am blind, I knew you had others, Then … More Rose coloured glasses
Its hard when you sit on your chair in the night Wrapped in the duvet so warm, but not right The bed it is calling a siren song I snuggled in once, but the coughing was too strong I decamped to the lounge, to the reclining chair I am sitting here wheezing and coughing, not … More Its hard when you sit in your chair in the night
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass, In the museum of the mind Events from the past, in crystal clear clarity The memories are stored, allowing recall first class. But how clean are those windows? From the thoughts we revive, When we dredge deep in the recesses, for treasures or lines, Have some of the … More Events from the past
You are the symphony Lavish loving orchestra Music resonating to the sky We lay looking at the cosmos I see the ripples from your music Hear,new sounds as the music hits the stars Watch the pinpoints of light sparked Nerve endings raw Never more alive Than in this moment.
What did I want from this life? Did I understand as I stumbled through? Planning. No, more like serendipity With no direction, what have I missed? With reaction, rather than considered action What crass decisions have I made? How have those decisions rolled out across the the cosmos? How have those ripples impacted on others? … More Values
Cutting edge design? If so it’s a crime I get, the need to streamline To make everything compact To reduce weight, that’s a fact I understand that, first class gets the whizz The smaller the space, the more the design should fizz So why,in lower classes, on planes Do I feel a maniac holds … More Flying…cutting edge design
Washed up on an island paradise Needing to leave,this land of rum and spice Four thousand miles at least to travel How to fix, its a conundrum, to unravel From the Carib sea so lush and blue To the grey cold world of the North Sea true Sailing in a boat would take too long … More Flying
Mass transportation has its place It moves around the human race Not with comfort style and grace But with expediency that we can trace A definate boon, an interface Moving us long distances in hours not days Space and comfort a premium, that money pays The juddering jet, held up by spells The ferry … More Mass transportation