I hope one day,

I hope and I pray

That my three boys

Will prosper in many many ways.

Hark fellow travellers of the Universe

I come with umbrella-hand and webbed feet.

No respect just lunacy.

Who has the authority, you or me?

will I become an idol?

does that make me a deity?

I hear my angels call…

It is easy to get lost,

But so much harder to find your way back.

Where does your heart lead you; to what you know is home?

He’s blowing leaves on to the street

Underneath commuters busy feet.

To escape the loneliness that plagued her years.

For my journey seems so lonely

Now that I have met you.

Those hollow eyes, they haunt me.

There was a girl at a party

I saw her from a far

I didn’t know I’d love her

Till I got into her car.

embrace the release and freedom of total randomness

The air is getting thin.