It’s a cloudy day,
Bright though, the sun may break through.
Longer lighter days.
All the fields are wet,
Rain soaked through the night did this.
Wake to a fresh day.
As complex as simple is.
It’s a cloudy day,
Bright though, the sun may break through.
Longer lighter days.
All the fields are wet,
Rain soaked through the night did this.
Wake to a fresh day.
The film Death Pool 2,
A great laugh for me so good,
I enjoyed this film.
Wow, train was on time!
Caught the earlier bus home,
Great to save some time.

Vanishing building,
Caught it with its middle gone.
Do you like this one?
Mr BB King,
Sings, “I’ll go out of my mind,
Or, into the night!”
Train is breezin’
Not sure it cares about time,
Just taking its time!

These three stone stoolies
Look good as I pass by them,
So I took a snap.
Feeling tired now,
Sunday has come to an end,
Monday waits, hungry!
Another Monday,
The fastest day of the week,
It comes so quickly.
Like an inbound wave,
Crashing into the shoreline,
Rushing up the beach.
Sex is everywhere,
Except when you’re reading this,
Xenith of bad taste.
“Keep it real!”, they said,
“Is this real?” I ask myself.
Squirrel signs his name.
Is it good enough?
It looks pretty paw to me!
Ant counter-signs it.
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It is easy on the go,
To write this blog site.
Hailstones are falling,
They clatter down to the ground,
Making it look white.
The coffee gets cold,
Waiting to be drunk it’s still,
black, cold, bittersweet.
The days go so quick,
I wonder what happens next!
A day, week or year!
Music’s my passion,
Playing, Singing, Recording,
None of it too good.

I enjoy writing,
In my A6 notebook here,
And on this Blog Site.
A rest day for me,
Rest and do things I need to.
Get a lot finished.
NZ tragedy,
I grew up there in Auckland
This shouldn’t happen.
Paused with my music,
Recording and editing,
Just not happening.
Tick tock goes the clock,
Seconds fall as minutes run,
Around the hours face.
Joyful they tumble,
Feeling free as waiters cry.
Falling sands of time.
Rocking gently on,
The sixty seconds not run,
Just wait a minute!
Can be difficult,
Without a plan or focus,
Just as a blank page.
I enjoy writing,
Does not matter what I write,
But I must begin.

It is like a dam,
The written words release it,
Until there’s a flood.