The case for the prosecution rests...

(The following was found in a notebook in the accused's bedside table)

Promises of effortless deceit
steamrollered across the
tarmac of the night
and the texted urgings
betrayed his location
and located her betrayal.

Fear not
fear not
I know
where you live
and when
you will die...

100 words on the back of a beermat

Time Out Competition

“You have exactly ten seconds to live asshole. You can either walk back down the alley, over the road and into tomorrow. Or you can die here and now, wallowing in your own puke and someone else’s piss – what’s it to be, Sonny?” I looked at the gun, her unswerving grin and the remains of my lunch on her boots. Usually I like to take my time “ONE”, way things up “TWO”, consider the options “THREE”, douse them in drink “FOUR” and see which one “FIVE” I could remember in the morning “SIX”. However, “SEVEN” this chick “EIGHT” looked “NINE” in kind of a hurry “TEN”…

Cover Version III - Corcovado

Quiet nights of quiet stars,
quiet chords from my guitar
Floating in the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,
quiet walks by quiet streams, and a window
looking on the mountains and the sea.

Oh how lovely!

This is where i want to be.
Here, with you so close to me,
until the final flicker of lifes ember.
I who was lost and lonely, believing life was only
a bitter tragic joke, have found with you
the meaning of existence oh, my love.

Magnetic North

Each night I sleep
beneath southern stars
under a gentle gaze
in a silent spell
with my hands clasped tight

on the edge of the bed
dreaming ancient dreams
of a primitive pulse
that flows through-in
and surges throughout

like a swollen river
or an advancing storm
an eternal wave
pulling me closer to
your sweet kinetic force

roll back the dark clouds
throw back a thousand years
I suck in the cooling breeze
and feel it surge out there
across the oceans

I am drawn ever closer
pulled ever further
sweet opposites attracted
to you my
Magnetic North

As ever
St Valentine
X

Cover Version II - Happy New Year William Blake

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress...