Upon Stoic Hills
Upon stoic hills risen to point on platitude, distinct for I have seen on this day a path in winding for me, with a gold cross, set forth for others…
The Black Gas Turbo of Doom
On a night when no moon existed and a road, jet black, a lone car steadily travelled upon this road. Weak lights…all this was about to change I will tell…
Too Busy a Road
Too busy a road to get to where we want to be many obstacles, something good will give way and fall apart humans have overstepped many marks, places they could…
Continuum Eternal
What will be discovered, feeling a lifetime of change. Years go by and we often don’t realise the changes within ourselves as they manifest in so many ways, being young…
Of Quotas & Quangos
We are not divided evenly much is left undone, ungrounded not obsolete but cast aside for awhile, seeds witheld, mouths stay wide open in anticipation for areas far and wide.…