The historic charm of this old town calls to me
Buried in the hills just below Jefferson’s house...
Know your place, you can’t help everyone.
Love is not enough, first take care of #1...
I forced my pen to ink those words
That seemed unwilling to appear...
I sit and drink my coffee
and I wonder briefly about the universe...
Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...
I’m tired of empathizing
It only gets you hurt...
In the village of Heydon,
a civil parish of Norfolk, England...
I've Now Eaten Fourteen Bags Of Crisps
And I've Drank Two Multi Packs Of Coke...
My wine glass
shed a tear...
Time knows no bound
Your thoughts carry sound...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...