Fickle Mirrors Dear lord how I have grown to despise, deny and to cry shy of mirrors and the increasing remoteness they leave me here to wrestle with throughout what is essentially left of our dotage .. Yet not so very long ago I did love each...

A decade back it happened my very own Krakatoa.The waves it threwnearly took me under.They have receded now.Only ripple marks remain,etched into my soul's fibre,a record of that old eruption and a warning,plain as scar tissue:lt could happen again.

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Pretty eyesShe has pretty eyesThe color of the seaHer eyes are greenAlso her eyes shinesIn the sunShe is lucky to have greenEyesIt was given to her by her FatherAlso she has blond hairShe is a gorgeousWomanAlso I am very...

I’m sorry my loveSorry I can not see you anymoreWords I should have said before I’m sorry my love If I do I will fall in love with youAnd that’s not what you want me to doI’m sorry my love If I...