I do not write poems or rhymes.
They write themselves...

Sometimes I sit and think a bit,
Some would say it is too much...

I threw a rope around the moon,
I tried to prove my worth...

I bought two bottles of beer
I required neither...

So once again
The pens in hand...

Magic has a colour!
It is not a shade that you can't see...

She puts her hand on my chest
Shoves me to the wall...

How blissfully unaware of what moves bellow my...
Dark undercurrents churn and flow, devious and...

There is a black bridge over the river.
Are you sure you wish to cross...

Not a trail to follow
Not anything to eat...

As I traverse from west to east already I see your...
You still hide behind the Pennines...

In a home in suburban eutopia,
Children lay awake feigning sleep...