My Son wont existThe thought of himVanishes like a mistMy Daughter is a fantasieThe thought of herIs washed out to seaIts hard to find any purpose at ..
Skim across the pondLike the boatmanBrutal beneath Brutal aboveAll he can doKeep the ripples smallAvoid the dangerBut know his dark sideHe eats and pr..
My Iraqi ribbon,it just sits on my window sill.A memory twelve years ago,Why can't I let it go?Sometimes I fantasize,that I had the abilityto throw it..
I stroll around the Cockle Pond,to try and make my back respond.On the way home the Sun shone fierce,making my eyes fill with tears.If only my mind an..