What do we need
except for life
& the things
we cannot
see?

Love tempered in the fires of adversity

beaten upon the anvil of uncertainty

and forged in the furnaces of eternity

make the bonds no earthly force can break

Pickaxe handles
jitters the species.
But cheek by jowl
there's an always ardour
in teak panelling
Can I follow her down
and love her for now ?
There's perfection
in preserved 1970's,  Formica,
bubble wrap with squeak;
on a wholesome ligne roset  tableaux
the height of sophistication
always the French language magazine
Paris Match,
as I plunge the  Johnny Hallyday
fork deeper
hoping longer.

sunset silhouette
insistently ruby rose
reminds me *the fire within

one for my grandma
two for my heart
Four  for memories that make me wanna restart

Five for the heart ache
Six for the pain
Seven for nights I spend laying awake

Eight  for the effort
Nine for the tears
Ten for years I've spent hiding in fear
And
Eleven for those that say I have no reason...

Forecast calls for shooting stars

We are blazing too

I watch my people closely

Stop ******* me with your eyes


your hands are faster.