the dance
Once upon a time
Before you knew
How to speak
You climbed upon
Me
And though I was
Sitting down
You tugged at
My shoulders
And we both knew
What you meant
And so slowly
I stood
And the music
It played
And maybe it was that
Which drove everything
Else
Or maybe everything else
Was what drove
The music
But whatever is whatever
And you wanted me
To dance
And I di...
Sunday 19th March 2017 7:51 pm
Dreams may not
Sometimes you know
This life feels like
it's just pretend
And we sweep or dance
Or drift or dream
From one act or moment
Unto another
But this is
Our life
And it
Isn't
Pretend
And all the drama
Well
That's real
If you want it to be
So float across
The stage
Should you choose
Or drag
Your heavy leaden feet
Or rattle your chains
Or simply
Move
Like ghosts
Bec...
Friday 24th February 2017 11:15 pm
The butter man
The Butter Man
He
was born
from silly conversation
He was drunk and in company
or maybe
he was sober
And
alone
and he was asked
or maybe he asked
of himself
Who or
what
are you?
And the words he spoke
Were never
To leave his shadow
Again
For he said:
I am
But a man
And typically
Or not
His words
Were
Taken
At face value
No more than
Chines...
Sunday 5th February 2017 11:06 pm
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