After a pause due to computer woes, I return to the airwaves with this offering. Its predominant theme appears to be the fear of change which, for me at least, is pervasive.
On The Border
The sky's dissolved in enveloping greys,
close as blankets, cold like hotel sheets;
looking over your shoulder as dawn raises day -
you test the gloaming's disdain for lamp-lit streets.
Thursday 22nd February 2018 3:01 am
Do I still have it, I know I do, Just gotta find the right release, Or is it the right beat, I keep making excuses to questions no one asks, but me, Feeling like I need to set myself free, I believe I can get myself there, Yet where do I start, Smoking weed and drinking ain't helped shit, Almost makes it harder, All I write is poems no rhymes yet, So much ambition lost down the ...
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:04 pm