I see
something
in your eyes
the longing
for me
and greasy fries
I see
something
in your eyes
your pupils
and thighs enlarge
devouring pies
People
One last hope
may the night
come upon us
a moment
a minute
to forever drown
to forever loathe
so it will be
who knows
we shall see…
Equal rights and equal fights
yes
no
right
left
yin
yang
black
white
you are wrong
and I am right
or vice versa
we shall argue
we shall fight
peace ✌🏻
Get out!
all is quiet
but for the noise
that you make
and you should
play outside
girls and boys
Get out!
iPhones aren’t toys
Are you in the mood – Django Reinhardt 1945
Are you for real?
lashes spiky
mascara
oh crikey
eyeliner
foundation
plug the pores
my the frustration
fillers
botox
eye shadow
detox
concealer
maybe revealer
highlighter
tweezer
curler
clipper
hair must die
I wonder why
blush
what’s the (b)rush
lipstick fails
acrylic nails
polish
remover
wax
to the max
primer
for the old timer
injectictables
rejectables
enhancements
enchantments
extensions
rejuvenation
exaggeration
contouring
a lift
purity adrift
liposuction
fat abduction
laser
surgery
a trending spree
spray tan
yes you can
tummy tuck
what the fuck…
A little awareness
a little awareness
goes a very long way
just pauze,
be conscious
and let your breath
breathe away
You dance with tulips 💐
when you dance
with tulips
you color
the room
whilst carefully
holding
the large stems
attached to beautiful bulbs
in the spring
you move
gracefully
whilst you do
your thing
mellow
yellow
Can we deal
can we deal
with how we feel
can we deal
with our appeal
can we deal
with what we’ve got
can we deal
with what we’ve not
You need hands
You need hands to hold someone you care for
You need hands to show that you’re sincere
When you fear nobody wants to know you
You need hands to brush away the tears
When you hold the brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them on their way
You need hands to thank the Lord for living
And forgiving us this day
You need hands to show the world you’re happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus
But the hands we love so dear
Are the hands we love to hear
Are the hands that You give to us
Everybody holds the hands that You give to us
Hold on, I don’t believe it, fantastic, that’s so wonderful
~Malcolm McLarren – Sex Pistols
What’s with you
what’s
with you…
without me
Shortfused neighbour
you spout and spew
from morning’s dew
if I knew you were like that
I would have got the other flat
Held back
we may sometimes
be held back
by certain souls
don’t let them
prevent you from
reaching your goals
There is no sense
there is no sense in what we do
we often do not have a clue
our mere existence is overdue
and we must admit we never knew
Two faced
Moodz
There is no sense
there is no sense in what we do
we often do not have a clue
our mere existence is overdue
and we must admit we never knew
Pancakes on a Sunday morning
homemade
flower
milk
and eggs
mixed
for power
hair
messy
Missy
she will devour
a few
every Sunday morning
at any given hour
A feeder’s dielemma
I dread
the day you die
as I cannot live
without you Lulu
the thought
just makes me cry
I dread
the way you die
I don’t want
to see you suffer
you deserve
another pie
Witty words 