If I am addicted to, or drunken by anything, it’s my own thoughts, and I can’t seem to sober up. AdvertisementsRead more "Addicted"
Anatomy of the Mind (1) I look to the right, to an opened bottle of herbal, monastery liquor I bought in Italy. It tastes even better on a chilly summer night. And it keeps me foggy, a little intoxicated, and going. I won’t tell you my name. You don’t have to know. I’m just the […]Read more "Anatomy of the Mind (1): Alter Ego"
(1) I wish my feelings were strong Enough to tie me down Close to the shore, to Keep me on the floor, Never to let me go. I wish I could lust so long To obsess over you. I wish I could look at someone The way they want me to Pin them to the […]Read more "Enamour"
My religion I recite words from books that have touched me and smelled my skin I sing to hymns and melodies of rock bands and troubadours I pray to questions unanswered, asked a thousand times throughout our times I worship walls and ceilings made dance with colours, shapes and lines I keep my […]Read more "My Religion"
Take good care of your good friends to whom you can talk about absolutely everything. Cherish the sane part that is intact. It’s an unpleasant thing to feel when you’re a loner with dark thoughts piling up inside. 15/05/2017Read more "Thoughts"
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats? Answer: You, after seeing what’s under your bed and realising it’s not a nightmare. P.s. There’s nothing behind you. Just don’t look.Read more "Riddle me this #1"
‘Looking Down At the Stars’ Looking down, out from the eyes of the night How exquisite these lights I see I hope I can reach them and turn back to Where I don’t belong But that would be an unwise thing to do When I’ve come this far Far enough to look down and see […]Read more "Looking Down At the Stars"