I can't shut my brain off,
A million voices run around,
Whispering their ideas,
As I try to cut through the sound,
A hundred different things,
That I'd like to do today,
I'll only complete a few, before my life wastes away,

Silence,
I haven't had it in a while,
Even when it's quiet,
The little voices like to shout,
They unleash my imagination,
Never getting bored,
With all their fascination,

Mentally, I'm always on the go,
It only stops, when I let my eyes close,
But first thing when I wake up,
Those little voices lineup

Two hearts met as children,
  from both we would hide

To now share the loneliness,
  of one final goodbye

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016

The scorching sun
Burns his every hope
Then the moon comes by
To soothe his soul

Because it pains her
To watch him ablaze
By every burning flame
That always comes his way

She is a willing silent companion
To his every woe
Even if she would fall apart
It is him she worries of most

We look out to black
no moon
no stars in the sky
nothing to steer by
there is
only the darkness.

I was thinking of the Potomac,
of
Kerouac
of looking back
so
I lit a lucky strike
to tame the night
like
anything could do that.

It's just foreplay
which is a mainstay
for the next thing to
come along,
like fashion really
you're out of it
or in,
no
middle ground
to fiddle around with.

for me
it's always field craft
or space craft,
daft I know, but
the orbits arouse the muse in me
confuse the man in me and
I am a boy again
with
a
'Magic Robot'