got left out
but i sat and i watched
and although i yearned
i watched and i learnt
Category: Poems February 1997
Children, Just a Marketing Tool – Written February 1997
if they could
they would sell drugs to children
in brightly painted packaging
to appeal to their inquisitive minds
There is Something – Written Monday 24th February 1997
all the time they are there
i tell you that all the time
everyone talks about ouija boards
it is just a segment of your mind
Endless Questions – Written Monday 24th February 1997
is this a false floor
that we are all falling endlessly through
if i am not me –
who are you?
Changing the Script – Written February 1997
it cannot go the same way
everyone knows the script
well i am trying to change it
i do mean,
for things to end up as they do
Something Good – Written February 1997
something good
someone should,
know what to do
something good
Some of That Magic – Written Monday 24th February 1997
some of that magic
give me some of that magic
i know that you will
i know that you care
So Much Has Happened – Written Monday 24th February 1997
telling me that now is great
but i was tell you that,
two and a half years ago
so it seems,
you are two and a half years too late
Cloudy Monday Mornings – Written Monday 24th February 1997
cloudy monday mornings
need a hot cup of tea
i wonder who i am today
i wonder if i am me
cloudy monday mornings
on a new day dawning
A Day to Feel – February 1997
i have got a day to feel
i have got a chance to be real
never wanted to be a product
of easily moulded plasticine
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 