Solitude Lane

When my mind
Has enough of
The crowds
The noise
The pain  

That's when it
Takes a stroll down
Solitary lane.

The Cycle Diaries

It's difficult for me
To stray off course

Propelled as I am

By a parental force 

Paint The Town

Each one of us
Is coloured by
The stains of
A dried up
Philosophy

But give us
Fresh cans of paint

And we'll be willing
To paint the town
With your preferred
Ideology

Valentine Day Blues

Roses may be red
And Love's backdrop
Is definitely blue
In full bloom

For when political parties
Frown on couples in love
The outcome for me
Is steeped in doom
And gloom