There Is A Fountain I Love To Drink From. A Gentle Brook Flowing Both Calmly And Steadily. Born Of Titillating

There is a fountain I love to drink from. A gentle brook flowing Both calmly And steadily. Born of titillating touch And tender caresses, I whisper sweet somethings Until the deep Is calling out. I summon my wine Through incantation And hand craft. Weaving my spell Till the dry river valley Welcomes spring. I bath in the river; Baptised by the waters. Praising beauty I dance In this sweet nectar grove." - Andrew

"He watches her, A fading ghost Dissipating over an ocean. The sun is running away And eyes are beginning to close. Sleeping entity Trying to forget That they exist." - Andrew

"Have you ever thought about addiction? Wondered what it was like? Her name is desire And she tastes of paradise."

I'm sad today And I don't know why

"Out of the blue I'm hit And I am experiencing A fiery crash. Taken off guard I truly did not see this coming, But isn't that How it always comes? Silently in the night When you least expect it? Soaring through heaven Hell suddenly erupts Dragging you down. Flailing you grope for anything Just trying to find a foothold In order to stop your descent. You are afraid of the depths You know you can go to And everything in you Is wanting to fight. Unfortunately Everything in you Wants to give up. To stop flapping your wings And give in to the sleep. Here you are again Rolling in the pit of your own soul. How many times have you been here? A familiarity That hurts you more than the start." - Andrew

“It upsets you How I only open up By speaking in riddles. After 25 years Of bottling it all up I’m not sure I know how.

I started writing poetry As a form of therapy. An outlet for all the things I wanted to tell someone. But no one ever came And so I kept writing. Book after book I poured my soul onto paper. Spilling my ink filled veins I became my only confidant. Because of my severe isolation I failed to learn How to open up.

You want me to talk, But I don’t know how. I want you to ask questions But you don’t know how. Perhaps we are both just too broken To be this close. Too many neurocies driving us apart.”

- Andrew