eating sweets. Now I simply
need to quit the sweets
From Me Shed
I'll never be a 'Vermeer' 'cos I'm alive,
me poetry won't sell cos I'm not dead!
So I'll have t'keep on writin',
hope me paintin's keep ignitin'.
Scratchin' a simple livin' from me shed!
Storm Arwen
Arwen.
Ahhhrrr-wen!
Her very name sounds like an angry wind!
Storm Arwen.
Arwen came and Arwen roared!Furious!
Wronged!
Seeking revenge!
Marching throughout the land,
trees bowing down before her,
offering their leaves in appeasement.
Their branches screamed in pain under her power.
Many failed,
breaking down,
branches like limbs strewn across the earth.
Mercilessly,
savagely,
rampaging across the land,
pillaging,
laying waste to all who offer a resistance,
futile,
...futile,
...futile resistance!
Her destruction done,
Arwen takes to the sea
...and Arwen was gone!
Where is Tomorrow
Where is the man I'm going to be?
And where does my end begin?
Is there a child in my heart?
What happened to his dreams?
And what happened to all those endless summer days?
...where do clouds go?
It's like the sky on a dark morning.
Its like the air that you breathe.
It's like the words that you speak.
It's like the thoughts in your head and the love in your heart,
and your hurt,
...and your pain.
And where is tomorrow?
And why is tomorrow?
And what tomorrow will there be?
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