A genuine love,
If only for a moment,
Is eternal bliss.

Infatuation,
Though it may last a lifetime,
Dies with the body

A ****** on the wing
makes me wonder
why this thing
keeps turning
and burning
while mankind’s
yearning is never
satisfied.
And the stars shine
And this is mine
And that belongs
to you
And all we can do
is cry for yesterday’s
abandoned innocence
and mourn tomorrow’s
faded expectation.

1 In the beginning man created God
2 And God was without form, and without name; and the concepts of man had yet to be imposed upon God
3 Peace and tolerance ruled the land and from this tranquility, light entered the world
4 And man saw the light, that it was good
5 And man called the light knowledge, and he divided the light from the darkness from which it had come, and the darkness he called ignorance, and hence, division entered the world.
6 And man said,” let there be a separation in the midst of the world, and let us divide the ignorant from the enlightened”, and the enlightened he called righteous, and the ignorant he called wicked, and thus duality came into being.
7 And man looked up to the sky from which the light came, and he called the sky Heaven. And he placed his God in this Heaven and thus separated God from mankind. And he called this separated land where God no longer resided Hell, and thus evil was given a place of its own.

Nothing to do with shampoo bottles, empty or otherwise I'm afraid. Just some rambling nonsense from an over stressed imagination.


Sitting alone
listening to
tunes Lennon
never lived to write
I find the sight of
sunlight streaming
through the blinds
quite depressing

I'm guessing I should
say **** it and pull
the trigger but the
bigger picture looms
large before me

The contemporary
decay of society
more than I can
tackle at this crackling
moment of existence
but tomorrow after all,
is another day.

Look at that!
Three choppy
little verses all
much too sad to
ignore
(leading now
to number four)

Hey, how bout a joke?
An Irish bloke walks
past a pub...

What? It could happen

Blimey, me rhymes
a sodden mess.
I guess I'll hang it up
for the night and fight
the great fight in the
morning. If you've
read this far, you've
got my gratitude.

(And sympathy)

Through a morning rain
I hear the voice of nature
Laughing at my sins

When on Sunday I kneel and pray
Before the altar of man’s decay
I look up at the Christ and
I hear him say: “It’s time for you to go.

Reality lies within your dreams
and only you know what that means
But I can’t tell you a single thing
you don’t already know”.

So I walk out across the floor
Past the choir and out the door
Remembering things
I knew before...

When I was a younger man.

‘Together we march
in lockstep precision
Shouting on high our
collective decision’

"NO!"

'But you haven't considered...'

"NO"!

'But you deliver nothing
in the way of...'

"NO!"

'What do you say about...'

"NO!"

'I know you have your doubts,
but we can discuss...'

"NO!"

'If you would only just listen...'

"NO!"

'Fine then! Just stand there like
a glistening wall while our country
falls to pieces'!

"NO! Er, um, I mean look everyone!
The liberals say our country is falling
to pieces! They hate America!"