Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Friday, August 23, 2013

Love Poem to No-One in Particular


let me touch you with my words

for my hands lie limp as empty gloves
let my words stroke your hair
slide down your back
and tickle your belly
for my hands, light and free flying as bricks
ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse to carry out my quietest desires
let my words enter your mind
bearing torches
admit them willingly into your being
so they may caress you gently
within


Mark O'Brien

Thursday, August 22, 2013

red


fred woods

numb


sam brookes

Friday, August 2, 2013

Heart of Gold


neil young