pen and nib, ink well and blotting paper
small boy and short pants...
addiction kills, it’s just a matter of time
rotten and festering, in the tears of lost hope...
we have a type of radar at work within us
some would call it intuition...
Time will pass away
Savour your life before it's...
It's like walking outside
When it starts to rain...
It's not worth getting mad
When things might go wrong...
Experience tells you what to do
Confidence allows you to do it...
Preface
At a river I stand...
The New Band...
Preface
Some love the summer, some love the winter...
If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...
I throw the first fist,
Get away from my good friend...