Breathe

SO here we are

On course to a worldly Demise

Ensconced in a kind of troubadourian Poeticism

Wrestling with a masculinity that hangs in nomadic affection to the vision of a utopian idealism until the realisation of such illusory inadequacies embellish the futility of our quest for so called civil Liberty..

Just as the lit wick of a candlestick that flickers dimly unto its fading end...

Hark the meanderings of loose tongues and indigenous lingo’s

pilloried by scepticism and age old stigma’s..

By which great grey clouds that hover asunder rest above our head’s like grande sombreros..