Just thoughts and poems no more no less, no life story sorrow that leads to redress, I thank you for looking and taking the time to read these little writings of mine
I apologise now that things are slow. The writing of the next poem will surely grow. It's hard to figure this one out. I feel that there has been a drought. English language, It will be called.
This is for men what can I say, If you don't like sports they say your gay They like raw meat Served on their plates No finesse or style, oh what a hate I see men standing at pub bars Eyeing up...
It's been ones of those days You know the ones Where nothing's right And nothing's done You wake up late Your heads a mess You try to correct it You try your best I just won't happen It won't be...
I watch the smoke twist and turn. I feel the sensation of the burn. From the darkest of nights to the sunniest days. I crave and yearn your smokey ways. Addicted I am. Hooked years ago.
I hate the words. Race and creed. Colours of people. It's red we bleed. Why must we say black. Why must we say white. We're humans on earth. We're simply life. Religions apart. Believes aside.
As I start to wake. And slowly come too. I begin to think of things to do. I lay there warm wrapped up so fine. Planing ahead to try and have time.
Relationships are a funny thing. Happy times often happen. The sad times too. Trying to know oneself is a lifetimes work. Yet others can understand you within weeks.
If I could have more I would, If I could save it I would, If I could stop it I would, If I could fast forward it I would, If I could rewind it I would not.
It's said "Hell is repetition", if that's true we the human race must be.....well......in Hell?.