The sea reminds me of your eyes- those beautiful eyes I get lost in. The waves relax me and I would like to sunbathe with you under the Ibiza sky! 😍

Prompts Hour Nine “Water is my name and my form is the shadow the glistening, crystal, light catcher on the darkest night of winter. driving through earth’s dust drop by drop. force of gravity;  you will lead me down, yet I will rise like a…

POEM 09 Sorrow like a giving up, took and washed me out. I was tired of uncertainty, I was sick of doubt.. I went about humming trying not to despair. Fate so bitter as it is will find you anywhere. When did this take hold,…

Paul Newman and a ride home Orphaned boy looking at sunsets Sharks circle, surround, hold him down Choking, gasping, water runs red One boy left with the blood, another left dead Runaways- Outlaws- Gone with the Wind Blonde disguise- Bologna sandwiches and cigarettes to pass…

Lorde said:  “The master’s tools  will never dismantle  the master’s house.”   You might make a dent But that don’t mean the cat Won’t catch the mouse, Like Tom & Jerry.   Stop trying to get their tools And set them to a different mission…

Soft and cuddly, warm and sweet The nicest puppy you’ll ever meet With big black ears and a wet cherry nose She follows my daughter wherever she goes She cuddles and licks with the greatest of ease She wags her long tail as big as…

It is what it is not what we wished it dear Ms. I say we when I mean me for I must not assume thee and me have the same desires or similar fires to be stoked or toked it is what it is? non-attachment…

Dear Lost City, For the sand meals I cooked On childhood playgrounds For my first day at school When I took my first steps For the lifelong friends I made And the lessons I learnt The trees I climbed The pools I swam Drives to…

Mr Lockwood, a rich man from the south Rented Thrushcross Grange for the sake of his health Up at the Heights, that Heathcliff, was getting stranger In that remote moorland farmhouse there lurked all kinds of danger It all started when the Earnshaw’s moved in…

A bus driver bleeps the horn at a red Saudi that steals in front of the lumbering vehicle. For a second birds rule the audio sphere. Then a motorcycle scrounge of wannabe stunt boys churns past. I ignore the Instagram op and look over the…