reflection – Scriptorium '77

Sitting in Front of My Laptop. Typing

It’s always the light
That shines bright
And the road is long
With your mind strong

Resurrection

Life is standing still on a Sunday
But for some it’s no fun day
It’s not even a day for reflection
Or for blessings and resurrection

Darkest Day on Dublin Bay

I can’t go wrong
Can only walk on
Through this mindless time
Long past my prime

train station girl

what are my thoughts
what have I done
when time goes by
my love has gone

eyeballs. fear. darkness

My eyeballs are moving left to right and back
when I’m laying back —
They are always in motion
like my mind —

Midnight For My Soul

I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
There is an inner peace I find
Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind

First / Last Beam Of Light

What’s up brings you down
In the morning
When you’re standing
Peacefully

Sensing the Darkness

Moving too fast sometimes
Running from something
Ignoring the path between
Start and finish

Hidden Pictures

Shadows
In a way
Reveal a picture
How it should be seen

ONE versus ONE

It’s one against one
Until the other has won
When another day is breaking
Your heart still shaking