Posted by in Poetry I’ll put on the khaki I’ll pick up a gun I’m willing to die For the freedom Others for me won But just wait a minute I now need to run Oh! FUCK please just wait There’s danger out there IS THAT A MILKSHAKE
Posted by in Poetry The battle plan evaporates Immediately on first contact There is no other way Go forward night and day The battle must be won There’s no safe place to stay You have to see it through Ignore all of the mistakes They’re for another day You have to win the battle There is no other way
Posted by in Poetry Posted by in Poetry I openly confess that I have never watched a single episode of Game of Thrones and why would I? If I wanted to watch a group of overpaid miscreant mythical people all back stabbing and worse to get the top job all I need to do is follow the Conservative Party in Westminster. As they…Read more »
Posted by in Poetry Posted by in Poetry Posted by in Poetry Footsteps in the sand Footsteps in the snow Moon and the tides Come and go The sun’s warmth Makes the water flow Water to the sea Footsteps washed away A transitory image In your mind to stay
