

UntitledIt is an enigmatic feeling, sitting here, quite literally watching to world pass you by. It's good; but not in anyway I can identify or define. I suppose I just like watching. There's a man on a unicycle with a juggling stick but he has too many alarming tatoos to belong to a circus. My Dad can almost ride a unicycle but not that well, he makes more of a habbit of falling off. And there's a man exercising his dog, well he was as he has passed on now. A large beautiful black, just smaller than the New-Foundland I met in Scotland but possesing the same infactuation with water and joy in swimming after a tennis ball. It wouldUntitled


ReflectionsA dusty mirror in a dreary room And one young girl who woke up too soon A dim light from a low watt bulb And a song on the radio, barely heardReflections
Two pairs of eyes and two pairs of hands two heads, four legs, four arms and two hearts But where is the mind that once knew the answer And where is the smile that once laughed at my jokes
Is this the girl that danced at the party? Her skirt flying round and her eyes full of fire Is this the girl who made up the stories? Tales of magic, adventure, princesses and kings
Who knew what to say when someone was griev