In my sea of doubt,there is no light,and only blackness in my mind.And in my heart,negativity it pulls me down,yes, when I am alone in my sea of doubt,in my sea of doubt when you are not around,oh, how my heart aches when I think of you,and stupidly when I am, I wonder if you

A glass of wine,a valentine?A hope,a dream,a goal,a plan,a scheme,a wish to meet someone nice.But at what place,and at what time,I do not mind,because spontaneity is better,and what a wonderful thing chance is,and with chance there is no reason or rhyme.So, I make a choice,yes, a glass of wine,at a restaurant on a Saturday night,under

Breaking up,a relationship on the rocks,all anger,and verbal barbarity and linguistic shocks,a black comedy,a tragedy,a failed attempted at love,two people filled with bitter arguments and malcontent,and screams and shouts and upsets and words that you wish you could repent,words that bring down the house and leave countless tears in the eyes,and bring great heartbreak,and that

Headlines,shred lines,cutting at one and all,vicious,sensationalism,scathing and apocryphal,newspapers empty of intellect and positivity,and with nothing of any use to say to all,headlines,shred lines,cutting at one and all,and with nothing positive to say,no nothing at all,but people still buy this trash,and still waste their cash,and enjoy the suffering of others,oh, how sick it is,how sick what

Number 10,a binary life,a 0 and a 1.An off and an on,life in the eyes of humanity,life upon the Earth,life in the universe,life there and life then quickly gone.

A late-night cafe not far from Coney Island,a man looks up at the waiter,water,water is a sin!!So, give me gin,because how am I supposed to contemplate the world drinking an ocean?an ocean will only take my mind nowhere and not out of here,because the world is as bad as it has always been,so, give me

Fred Astaire,in your heart you danced,you danced with a piano,you danced over the tables,you danced upon the chairs.You danced on the dancefloor,you let down your hair.You danced with a piano,you danced over the tables and you danced upon the chairs.You danced on the dancefloor and you danced upon the ceiling,and if you could, you would

In the Church,by the river,in Charminster,the 11th century church,extended and improved in the 14th and 16th centuries by the local Trenchard family,the Church with a clock and five bells,oh, what great light it is inside that shines so bright,light that comes through yonder windows,the plain windows,and the stained-glass windows,and from the lamps,illuminating the glorious architecture

I am just making a point,you broke my heart,and I,I got a new start,and we went our separate ways,and you left in a blaze,and I,I turned to the dark,I turned to the dark,and I left you and you left me with disparaging remarks,and the fire it burned, and I threw your love letters upon it,and

Sat in my twilight seat,with the fire burning,and the ever-darkening sky with the moon so bright,oh, what a sight,the glorious colours of the flames and the sky,that warm me and my heart,as the owl it hoots in the still of the night,and peace returns,and I rest my mind by the fireside, and I burn the