Mr T. Mandie Speaks

Then they were two on a ride Preaching promises of time Yet robbing seconds in words While dancing on hours shores Empty of the final act. D...

Birthing in a fresh delight scent We chisel moments in doubt Crowding thoughts with desire Which we fear to be sent to reach Yet...

We were born chasing the wind Yet the tempo was always shy from perfect Crowned in rags, feasting on morrow’s fantasy Borrowed Scaled to our...

We live with the past in our head Sticks plugged in, to miss silent whispers Fear driving us to the wall Just to conform to the movement of ...