You must remove the barriers
There’s plenty of them
Little annoying things look big.
Use what you’ve got
It will become greater
Trying to get it into a form whereby it can be used.
Words from the heart
It’ll rain or grow dark before morning
Use what you’ve got.
The lip liner wars
Mine or hers
Hard faced face off
Don’t give me no lip child
Sharing is no art if it’s always yours
We can’t share if it’s always mine
What ever you do don’t get a quivering lip
Get a frothy coffee
Sat in front of the Yorkshire range
Hills of coke
To warm us
A flame for us to look at
I bought you a flame
Which describes true loves fame
To warm us as we walk love’s lane.
I like to draw on what is handy
My heart like yours would melt
As tender love is felt
To keep you warm is my desire
So, here’s some fuel for the fire.
Black powder from smoke
I like to scrape the soot from the fire back
With you sat in front of our Yorkshire range.
He jumped in our red Nissan Almera
Fetched Nescafé Azera
Dust suspends in the air
A lounge he fettles
Then he gets back and vacs the dust before it settles.
When I was solo the vac was a no no
He feels home on the range it doesn’t seem strange to be cleaning the flue
As folks with fires do.
Don’t tell the Green house men
They’ll think I’m after their stuff
Perspex pane in the neck.
Acrylic Matt black spray next
Cut or engrave direct
Settings for success
Words from the heart have morphed into art