Can you feel the romance of a Friday?
if so
go out and dance to the music,

my heart thumps to your beat,
let's meet up later,
take a trip to the theatre.

forward thinking,

no drinking,
best behaviour.

she saves me from myself.

At midnight when I'm feeling light headed
she still switches me on.

If it's not about me
then who?
you?
ah
yes
you
who makes the light
you
who makes it might be

she
shakes her head
I
follow her eyes

love is a mask
just a disguise
we hide
behind.

I saw her and thought,
God I could die for those eyes
and that's what I did..

You cannot edit once you have said it and that's why we use Facebook and Twitter and what a waste of time those are, but if you put your foot in it, to extricate yourself from the **** there's an edit option.

For that bit of glam' go Instagram
but
don't show your Gran
those 'iffy; pictures.

alternatively and unlike me
just keep your trap
tightly shut.

She ****** in the cigarillo smoke
I ****** in my chest and
in my best accent
said
'hi honey'
she
looked at me for a moment
and sent
me packing

exhaling
my belly bounced to the floor
came back in
and
bounced once more

not funny
I'm boning up on my chat up line
it's about time too, someone said, 'you
should have done it years ago'

Passing through
and that's all we ever do

I am humbled by your cheers,
my joy
akin to that when I was
but a boy is boundless

(Who said hop it?)
stop it
you're making me cry.

Each milestone passed is
one more nearer to the last
( realism is a necessity )
not necessary some would say,
not even on a sixty second birthday?
and I'll go with that view

after all
passing through may be
what we do
but
there's no law against taking
as much time as possible
to admire the view
and that'll definitely do
for me.

when did religion become the
biggest fancy dress party and
is it fun?

going to pains to break all the chains
that bindeth the soul.
mindeth thou bindeth thy tongue
I tell thee
religion's no fun.

There are too many robes on too many priests

Twenty thousand Moons and more
have set upon these eyes,

all have died

and Suns have risen bright
to bring fresh hope
and life to darkened
tortured skies.

I have seen the forest burn
and the river turn to sand
I have watched the locust swarm
to make a mockery of the land.

And beauty there has been and will
in every beating heart
until
then,
twenty thousand Moons or more
each and every one I saw
but
there are others
that I will miss.

A digit on the digital
trying to escape the inevitable
everything,
they say
is possible
I wait to be convinced.

You must think on this:
time travel will
and happen it did
hid from mere mortals
by Gods.

if it's going to go
it already has.

These things are always this way
like Thursday always comes
on Thursday
I'm not surprised, not anymore
in fact the fact becomes a bore
wish that there was...
....but that wish has been
wished before.

the analog ticks on
unaware its time has
almost gone,
almost
but not quite