Dead Poetic

  At 2am the house wakes up Stretches its arms Straightens its back Cracks its knuckles At 2am I wake up Afraid of ghosts and other intruder...

It used to be highlight of my little life The destination within sight but separated by a watery grave Little boat, little boat Chu-ga-chug ...

  It's never ending I'm always waiting I throw my hands into the air Until the Prince of Peace comes Image by luisclx from Pixabay ...

  Strike while it’s hot Are you satisfied with what you’ve got? I see your deficiency Your lack of humanity Your shadow is growing pale Your...

Down we go Once again Down we go Round and round We do not learn History repeats We do not learn We don’t want to We climb the stairs A rev...

  Conclusion is that there’s probably nothing to worry about Well, you know how THAT goes! Probably isn’t definitely And a niggling voice re...

  Animals can smell the fear It sets their teeth on edge Teeth to bite, defending Attacking They sit all day typing on their laptops Swiping...