Storm

Sorry to sit somber I do not spark nor illuminate the strokes her pondering brushes I can not hold the paint brush for anyone Never designate certain colors Only envelop that soul In content To acquaint and edify my own   - H. O'neill - Yvie Ratzmann (Photograph)

Dried Up

The same beautiful patterns The same mesmerising bullshit. . The same honest words The same cruel tongue. The same caring nature The same judgmental punishment. . The same happy vibes The same moody exterior. . The same passionate touch The same selfish needs. . A window once closed has now sprung open My heart still … Continue reading Dried Up

Anaesthesia

Nature had far more time to produce the diversity of life; with everything evolving from a micro-fish; the most resilient algorithm is passed on, creating a ‘core demographic'. Free from control of any outside power; protected by imaginary glass domes surrounded by fringe societies who are exposed to the harsh realities of life itself. Colonies … Continue reading Anaesthesia

Compromise

Compromise is a wonderful thing Just think of all the peace it brings . You're at each others throats all day With no one wanting to give way. . You are right; they are wrong The argument is oh so long! . Yet with thought and consideration You can get past this situation. . Listen … Continue reading Compromise