#micropoems

There is a wolf that sleeps deep in my heart, when it wakes it tears all I love appart.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 19:19:25 +0000

There is a wolf that sleeps deep in my heart, when it wakes it tears all I love appart.

Patiently biting my tongue so long I’ve forgotten what honey tastes like.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 19:35:49 +0000

Patiently biting my tongue so long I’ve forgotten what honey tastes like.

Black bleeds into blue, along golden shores flowers of despair bloom.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:51:22 +0000

Black bleeds into blue, along golden shores flowers of despair bloom.

The sheep finding itself amongst wolves, after time develops the sharpest weapons of all

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 19:52:55 +0000

The sheep finding itself amongst wolves, after time develops the sharpest weapons of all

Creativity, the mistress I love & obey, I drank from her bosom and forever we shall play.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 06:18:31 +0000

Creativity, the mistress I love & obey, I drank from her bosom and forever we shall play.

Naked, on Venus’s Mount, I dance in anticipation of loves warming rain.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 05:30:17 +0000

Naked, on Venus’s Mount, I dance in anticipation of loves warming rain.

Chuckling as empty minds inflated with petty dramas float away into obscurity.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 06:36:04 +0000

Chuckling as empty minds inflated with petty dramas float away into obscurity.

Happy days, sunny days, even though the rain stays, the same happy days. by Charlotte McCoy (8)

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 26 May 2011 06:35:48 +0000

Happy days, sunny days, even though the rain stays, the same happy days. by Charlotte McCoy

Your Machiavellian antics I now do scorn, in no ones game am I a pawn.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:52:04 +0000

Your Machiavellian antics I now do scorn, in no ones game am I a pawn.

Scolded monkey mind for causing so much trouble, perhaps a wiser thing to do is give the monkey a cuddle.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 03 Mar 2011 20:03:27 +0000

Scolded monkey mind for causing so much trouble, perhaps a wiser thing to do is give the monkey a cuddle.

The question remains on the table, your mind on my ignorance, my mind on endless interpretation.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 10:53:36 +0000

The question remains on the table,
your mind on my ignorance,
my mind on endless interpretation.

Shifting between positions, be careful how you go, the gentle shift in current, alerts many a foe.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 19:31:24 +0000

Shifting between positions, be careful how you go, the gentle shift in current, alerts many a foe.

Rain, like a thousand drumming monkeys pissing on the roof, I do hope this place is water proof.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 23 Jan 2011 19:30:13 +0000

Rain, like a thousand drumming monkeys pissing on the roof, I do hope this place is water proof.

Our bellies bloat, we cut our own throat, we bind our own eyes, when we swallow ideas of perfection in constructed lies.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 17 Jan 2011 11:18:06 +0000

Our bellies bloat, we cut our own throat, we bind our own eyes, when we swallow ideas of perfection in constructed lies.

The less I consume the more I feel I grow, the more I learn the less I think I know.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sat, 18 Dec 2010 07:24:48 +0000

The less I consume the more I feel I grow, the more I learn the less I think I know.

This vintage Pentax my son’s favorite new toy, was my father’s when I was a boy.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 09:38:16 +0000

This vintage Pentax my son’s favorite new toy, was my father’s when I was a boy.

Sat on sand dunes, with plastic spoons, sharing a take away curry whilst gazing out to sea.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 09:32:25 +0000

Sat on sand dunes, with plastic spoons, sharing a take away curry whilst gazing out to sea.

With hands & feet planted in the earth, healing myself with every restorative breath.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 01:21:46 +0000

With hands & feet planted in the earth, healing myself with every restorative breath.

Tether, oh there you are

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 20:28:04 +0000

Tether, oh there you are.

Out of the blue come the words ‘I don’t love you’. And with broken heart, I stand in the dark.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 03:13:53 +0000

Out of the blue come the words ‘I don’t love you’. And with broken heart, I stand in the dark.

Dearest tree, please forgive my imposition in enforcing such an indignity, but I do so need to make this pee.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 07:53:08 +0000

Dearest tree, please forgive my imposition in enforcing such an indignity, but I do so need to make this pee.

Roused by thoughts in the dark my mind silently screams, ‘Leave me be, I was enjoying those dreams.’

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 16:51:04 +0000

Roused by thoughts in the dark my mind silently screams, ‘Leave me be, I was enjoying those dreams.’

Together we watch St. Vitus’ dance, in cockroaches last breath, we give learning compassion another chance.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 21:21:28 +0000

Together we watch St. Vitus’ dance, in cockroaches last breath, we give learning compassion another chance.

Mongrel mind trapped in ignorance and fear, in my words white noise is all they hear.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 05:39:29 +0000

Mongrel mind trapped in ignorance and fear, in my words white noise is all they hear.

First summer sun, naked feet in mud run, amongst trees so tall, cleaned under water fall.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 07:11:55 +0000

First summer sun, naked feet in mud run, amongst trees so tall, cleaned under water fall.

I know what you have planed, I see your puppet hand, I taste your poison in the water you are but miseries daughter.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 06:27:15 +0000

I know what you have planed, I see your puppet hand, I taste your poison in the water you are but miseries daughter.

The moon and I face to face, like a long lost sister in outer space.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 21:13:09 +0000

The moon and I face to face, like a long lost sister in outer space.

Beneath the shadow of its twisted wings, there are born unkind things.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 20:03:44 +0000

Beneath the shadow of its twisted wings, there are born unkind things.

This may not get a happy ever after, but at least I now get the tails of Franz Kafka.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 03:24:38 +0000

This may not get a happy ever after, but at least I now get the tails of Franz Kafka.

When white lies of betrayal fill your head, its time to find alliances with Strangels instead.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 21:29:25 +0000

When white lies of betrayal fill your head, its time to find alliances with Strangels instead.

I hear the cough of an angel prepairing to sing, yet I always awaken before they begin.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:51:39 +0000

I hear the cough of an angel prepairing to sing, yet I always awaken before they begin.

Long lost friend how often I regret, that my memory and the rest of me so rarely have met.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:39:37 +0000

Long lost friend how often I regret, that my memory and the rest of me so rarely have met.

Blasphemous belchings & organs become sore this lactating fell beast through rancid leakings levels the score.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:34:23 +0000

Blasphemous belchings & organs become sore this lactating fell beast through rancid leakings levels the score.

Selling my sole to the highest bidder, I hope dear god the bids get a little bigger

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 09:28:34 +0000

Selling my sole to the highest bidder, I hope dear God the bids get a little bigger

Searching my heart and hoping to find a gentle tonic to still my mind

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 20:03:30 +0000

Searching my heart and hoping to find a gentle tonic to still my mind

Seems so unfair, these companies just don’t care, about you and me they give not a jot, the bastards should all be shot

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 20:58:20 +0000

?Seems so unfair, these companies just don’t care, about you and me they give not a jot, the bastards should all be shot

my mind is full of ideas, its been cooking them for years, if I don’t lift the lid, they will all just pop out of my ears.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 09:32:23 +0000

my mind is full of ideas, its been cooking them for years, if I don’t lift the lid, they will all just pop out of my ears.

I wish I knew why, the only thing to find my legs atractive is the pesky sand fly.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 20:19:18 +0000

I wish I knew why, the only thing to find my legs atractive is the pesky sand fly.

Maggot declares himself Emperor, decrees of distemper, winged ones gather places unknown, forming plans to topple throne.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 21:10:06 +0000

?Maggot declares himself Emperor, decrees of distemper, winged ones gather places unknown, forming plans to topple throne.

I care not for social conditioning or imposed moral positioning. my mind is my own and it has designs on toppling your throne.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 22:23:28 +0000

I care not for social conditioning or imposed moral positioning. my mind is my own and it has designs on toppling your throne.

I dream of insomnia, but she does not dream of me, eyes closed in persuit, longing for a mind empty.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 11:43:34 +0000

I dream of insomnia, but she does not dream of me, eyes closed in persuit, longing for a mind empty.

You can tell that something in life has probably gone wrong, when you recognise your emotions in a Tom Waits song.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 08:49:23 +0000

You can tell that something in life has probably gone wrong, when you recognise your emotions in a Tom Waits song.

Cute little bird, morning cold, looking at me from middle of road, me in my big black truck, swerve to avoid, you don’t give a fuck.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 19:51:09 +0000

Cute little bird, morning cold, looking at me from middle of road, me in my big black truck, swerve to avoid, you don’t give a fuck.

I love working with others, instigating a creative fire, through laughter we become brothers, together watching the flames burning higher.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 06:48:34 +0000

I love working with others, instigating the creative fire, through laughter we become brothers, together watching flames burn higher.

Kaimia, oh my, you are the feast in the Katikati sky

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 06:46:24 +0000

?Kaimia, oh my, you are the feast in the Katikati sky

Naked & forlorn, hoping that through integrity justice is reborn, cloak and dagger is not for me, I will not join there misery.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 21:11:49 +0000

Naked & forlorn, hoping that through integrity justice is reborn, cloak and dagger is not for me, I will not join there misery.

These politics I fund so utterly boring, my friendly gestures your ignoring, why don’t you just give it up & stop being a childish fu…

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 06:34:41 +0000

These politics I fund so utterly boring, my friendly gestures your ignoring, why don’t you just give it up & stop being a childish fu…

I contemplate life & death, how it flows in a single breath, disease, suicide or accident, my thoughts in cyclical lament.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 21:02:18 +0000

I contemplate life & death, how it flows in a single breath, disease, suicide or accident, my thoughts in cyclical lament.

Something in my personality, inviting rudicule & hostility, the consistency is getting to me, I would change if a possibility.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 06:21:47 +0000

Something in my personality, inviting rudicule & hostility, the consistency is getting to me, I would change if a possibility.

When darkness slips into the days & last sanctuaries slip away, into my mind I will retreat, gaze to the heavens & admit defeat.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 06:10:41 +0000

When darkness slips into the days & last sanctuaries slip away, into my mind I will retreat, gaze to the heavens & admit defeat.

I just makes me wanta cry, I work to hard & don’t even get by, with envy in my green eye, am I born to struggle until I die.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 06:19:48 +0000

I just makes me wanta cry, I work to hard & don’t even get by, with envy in my green eye, am I born to struggle until I die.

Supermarkets drive me mad, to be rid wouldn’t be so bad, they steel cash with pesky tricks, to hell with the capitalist pricks.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 08:19:49 +0000

Supermarkets drive me mad, to be rid wouldn’t be so bad, they steel cash with pesky tricks, to hell with the capitalist pricks.

Just because you wronged me & tried to pick a fight, doesn’t mean I don’t care to ensure your alright.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 18:24:45 +0000

Just because you wronged me and tried to pick a fight, doesn’t mean I don’t care to ensure your alright.

Part 1: When traversing life’s rough seas, keep your sails open to fourtune’s gentle breeze.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 18:19:51 +0000

Part 1: When traversing life’s rough seas, keep your sails open to fourtune’s gentle breeze.

Riding the crest of the wave, the newest toys they crave, like hypnotized mice they stand & stare, but me I really don’t care.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 22:33:18 +0000

Riding the crest of the wave, the newest toys they crave, like hypnotized mice they stand & stare, but me I really don’t care.

My mind I keep it open, anything I will try, these words are not empty token, I want to live before I die.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 11:41:34 +0000

My mind I keep it open, anything I will try, these words are not empty token, I want to live before I die.

The beast of love a fickle thing, in its tail a deadly sting, at its whim it strikes you down, stops your heart & then skips town.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 20:41:25 +0000

The beast of love a fickle thing, in its tail a deadly sting, at its whim it strikes you down, stops your heart & then skips town.

Kept in dark, forging diamonds from mist, I hear the black dog bark, but I must persist.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 10:21:42 +0000

Kept in dark, forging diamonds from mist, I hear the black dog bark, but I must persist.

Fukyu haiku, wykrime rhyme?

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 08:27:18 +0000

Fukyu haiku, wykrime rhyme?

YOU, poor cow, duno how, THEY, suckle teat, eat meat.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 08:22:02 +0000

YOU, poor cow, duno how, THEY, suckle teat, eat meat.

Another thing where the quest for innovation leaves me in the shade,why the hell can’t we leave alone the the humble razor-blade.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:42:51 +0000

Another thing where the quest for innovation leaves me in the shade, why the hell can’t we leave alone the the humble razor-blade.

I do love a good yarn with folks who’s lives are more colorful than mine, I find their fresh perspectives so enticingly sublime.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 07:53:03 +0000

I do love a good yarn with folks who’s lives are more colorful than mine, I find their fresh perspectives so enticingly sublime.

Sweet pixie on distant shores, telling tales of adventures yours, laughing loud, dancing in fields, healing self & veggie meals.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 20:22:39 +0000

Sweet pixie on distant shores, telling tales of adventures yours, laughing loud, dancing in fields, healing self & veggie meals.

This is micropoem number one hundred, its been heaps of fun, now I have to think about micropoem number one hundred and one.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 07:28:20 +0000

This is micropoem number one hundred, its been heaps of fun, now I have to think about micropoem number one hundred and one.

Learning is what we need, with love, soil & some seed, a little luck, patience & the occasional weed, our families we will feed.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 05:25:22 +0000

Learning is what we need, with love, soil & some seed, a little luck, patience & the occasional weed, our families we will feed.

Vultures dressed in suits and hobnail boots, offering insurances and loans, beware they speak in half truths & desire to pick clean your bones.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 00:33:58 +0000

Vultures dressed in suits and hobnail boots, offering insurances and loans, beware they speak in half truths & desire to pick clean your bones.

Many things I have thought about and some I thought I had known, but one thing I return to is that life is the ultimate koan.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 19:56:42 +0000

Many things I have thought about and some I thought I had known, but one thing I return to is that life is the ultimate koan.

Majestic you stand, routed deep in this land, at your heart all nature’s power, your touch a delicate flower.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 07:27:18 +0000

Majestic you stand, routed deep in this land, at your heart all nature’s power, your touch a delicate flower.

Its a sign of the times, when insurance companies do more damage then criminals crimes!

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 21:26:46 +0000

Its a sign of the times, when insurance companies do more damage then criminals crimes!

This is what I believe: 1. Wear your heart upon your sleeve, 2. Keep your mind an open book, 3. Take back the dreams life took.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 06:46:34 +0000

This is what I believe: 1. Wear your heart upon your sleeve, 2. Keep your mind an open book, 3. Take back the dreams life took.

Two celestial bodies floating in the night, like magnets they pull together, the heavens to ignite.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 21:18:02 +0000

Two celestial bodies floating in the night, like magnets they pull together, the heavens to ignite.

An explosion in my head, it’s making me see red, to many ideas fighting to be expressed, must decide what ones are best.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 06:35:59 +0000

An explosion in my head, it’s making me see red, to many ideas fighting to be expressed, must decide what ones are best.

With purile drama & petty distractions they control our lives,it’s time we all grew up stood tall and opened our eyes.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 20:29:59 +0000

With purile drama & petty distractions they control our lives, it’s time we all grew up stood tall and opened our eyes.

Dark angel, beaten & depressed, rises on heals, rips open chest, pure light within & terrible din, burns off the whole worlds sin.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 20:24:38 +0000

Dark angel, beaten & depressed,
rises on heals,
rips open chest,
pure light within & terrible din,
burns off the whole worlds sin.

I never did understand why this toothbrush in my hand, has to keep on evolving, it’s only a simple problem it’s solving.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 19:42:39 +0000

I never did understand, why this toothbrush in my hand, has to keep on evolving, it’s only a simple problem it’s solving.

Success at the price of integrity, a trade I’m not willing to make, I’d rather spend my life as a failure, than live it as a fake.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 03:55:23 +0000

Success at the price of integrity, a trade I’m not willing to make, I’d rather spend my life a failure, than live it as a fake.

The Black Dog returns to my mind, it’s bark cruel and unkind, the beast my mortal enemy, alas this nemesis is me.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 07:16:56 +0000

The Black Dog returns to my mind, it’s bark cruel and unkind, the beast my mortal enemy, alas this nemesis is me.

Pavements cracked by small flowers, these are natures powers, for justice I will fight, and with love I spread the light.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 21:00:30 +0000

Pavements cracked by small flowers, these are natures powers, for justice I will fight, and with love I spread the light.

Some folks think I am quite mad, given this perspective I am glad, it would be such a shame if we all thought the same.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 11:09:51 +0000

Some folks think I am quite mad, given this perspective I am glad, it would be such a shame if we all thought the same.

You are free to sit and judge, I shall not bear a grudge, the madness in my motive you cant find, you will never taste my mind.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 06:32:56 +0000

You are free to sit and judge, I shall not bear a grudge, the madness in my motive you can’t find, you will never taste my mind.

It often makes me wonder, why you want to steal my thunder, why we have to share your misery, it really is a mystery.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 20:47:07 +0000

It often makes me wonder, why you want to steal my thunder, why we have to share your misery, it really is a mystery.

I do love the absurd, its more than a hard to spell word, few things are weirder, than follow the leader with an Ohmegooley bird.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 07:38:11 +0000

I do love the absurd, its more than a hard to spell word, few things are weirder, than follow the leader with an Ohmegooley bird.

One thing I would like to abstain, is driving in the rain, the puddles go splash, you avoid a crash, it really is a terrible pain.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 07:34:09 +0000

One thing I would like to abstain, is driving in the rain, the puddles go splash, you avoid a crash it really is a terrible pain.

On her light I wish to feast, like a crazed beast, paradoxically not to destroy, but rather in harmony enjoy.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 21:14:28 +0000

On her light I wish to feast, like a crazed beast, paradoxically not to destroy, but rather in harmony enjoy.

Kind words have just been said, they crack open the dark in my head, the light causes confusion, to long in self delusion.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:55:55 +0000

Kind words have just been been said, they crack open the dark in my head, the light causes confusion, to long in self delusion.

This is not my time or place, I am disconnected from the human race, all about me just feels wrong, where in hell do I belong.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 21:04:10 +0000

This is not my time or place, I am disconnected from the human race, all about me just feels wrong, where in hell do I belong.

Times are much better intimate, crowds, I’m just not into it, quite why? I have no answer, I guess I’m more a lover than a dancer.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 08:55:04 +0000

Times are much better intimate, crouds, I’m just not into it, quite why, I have no answer, I guess I’m more a lover than a dancer.

Makes my tummy go yippie, chowing down on blue cheese and coffee, sat in winter sun at the Kaimai factory.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 08:51:49 +0000

Makes my tummy go yippie, chowing down on blue cheese and coffee,
sat in winter sun at the Kaimai factory.

The darkness hiding in the light, it smote me down with all it’s might, when I woke in my bed, a thunderous pain in my head.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 12:17:20 +0000

The darkness hiding in the light, it smote me down with all it’s might, when I woke in my bed, a thunderous pain in my head.

When silence becomes to hard, white hands crooked and scared, opens the jar of noise, filled with stolen voices of girls & boys.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 08:25:18 +0000

When silence becomes to hard, white hands crooked & scared, opens the jar of noise, filled with stolen voices of girls & boys.

Am I awake or am I still dreaming, winter sun kindly frosts take & Aotearoa’s landscape is steaming.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 08:38:25 +0000

Am I awake or am I still dreaming, winter sun kindly frosts take & Aotearoa’s landscape is steaming.

I dream of days where Angels play & tranquility has no end, but today there are dragons to be slain and lovers to become friends.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 08:29:35 +0000

I dream of days where Angels play & tranqulity has no end, but today there are dragons to be slain and lovers to become friends.

Cup of love historically savored by Artist, Poets and Thinkers, How many of life’s little treats where day dreamed by coffee drinkers.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 02:44:26 +0000

Cup of love historically favored by Artist, Poets and Thinkers, How many of life’s little treats where day dreamed by Coffee Drinkers.

The sunset in her gaze, her mind an intriguing maze, the sweet curve of her tummy and humour genuinely funny.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 09:10:44 +0000

The sunset in her gaze, her mind an intriguing maze, the sweet form of her tummy and humour genuinely funny.

When all things are said and done, I’m tired of not having fun, how do we make things right, I can’t stand another fight.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 08:54:28 +0000

When all things are said and done, I’m tired of not having fun, how do we make things right, I can’t stand another fight.

I know it to be true, I’ve seen folks who look happy, what the hell do I have to do to make things not feel so crappy.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:48:44 +0000

I know it to be true, I’ve seen folks who look happy, what the hell do I have to do to make things not feel so crappy.

Hollow words do not reality make, they construct a truth fickle and fake, you believe them with conviction, for me they just cause friction.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:46:57 +0000

Hollow words do not reality make, they construct a truth fickle and fake, you believe them with conviction, for me they just cause friction.

Strangers brought together by chance a commuter romance, I create intertwined biographies within these shifting geographies.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 08:56:00 +0000

Strangers brought together by chance a commuter romance, I create intertwined biographies within these shifting geographies.

Love has no rules, no diagnostic tools, the only judgment that’s right, is do whatever gets you through the night.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 08:50:09 +0000

Love has no rules, no diagnostic tools, the only judgment that’s right, is do whatever gets you through the night.

These beasts I do love, the wolf, dear and dove, when I look behind there eyes, ancient spirits in me rise.

rich@mccoy.co.uk — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:53:35 +0000

These beasts I do love, the wolf, dear and dove, when I look behind there eyes, ancient spirits in me rise.