spies are everywhere
when you live on a small island

you are passed from lips to lips
- a tasty morsel of gossip

spun into others stories
in various characterisations

fable and factual
a ghostly mind apparition

and yet I go on living
my own best testimonial

say what you will
whenever you want
however you want

but heading toward silence
should give
pause for thought

This fresh coat of paint
You brushed thick across the leaves,
when there’s wind, it drips.

A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.

All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.

What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?

blame games in our DNA
Adam blamed Eve
Eve blamed the serpent...

do you **** up to the bully
to put off the inevitable?