Month: January 2015

77 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall

Sitting back with an old friend

Golden pints shine
In the light that our eyes find
Dancing in white comfort-
That freedom you find
In the absence of lies-

Talking of old times



Feeding The Monster Makes It Want More

My mind has been splintered
Wisps in the wind
Shattering against your breath

The long winter pulls at me to sleep
Buries me in the clouds
To forget the sound of the alarm

It is time…