Biography of Claudia Fitzgerald
This name is a pseudonym.
Galileo Galilei: 'I have never met a man so ignorant that I could not learn something from him.'
Claudia Fitzgerald Poems
“who So Loves, Believes The Impossible.”...
I was led into love with an eager palm, full of life and vigour and youth. I was shunted from love with the back of the hand, careless, selfish and uncouth.
'I'M Not Afraid Of Storms, For I'M Learn...
To the bow, clipped on fast, hanks off now, numb fingers fiddle. Let fly that halliard, let fly, crumple down to engulf me.
“war Does Not Determine Who Is Right – O...
Both sides of the orange make a half, the round of the half makes the whole, the whole of the half is all that is needed, and the good ol’ boys come marching home.
A Song So Little
On an ordinary Sunday morning, I feel an urge to send out a warning to the blind and belittled human race. Fools.
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
i've been coasting, aimlessly floating. i have everything i need and that fact has relieved
'The Trouble With Some Women Is They Get...
You lech, you loon, my heart does swoon. You madman, you fool, play it oh so cool.
New beginnings sowed with new seed, not those ones of old and of doubt. Ones to sprout upwards and never stop, as the winding tendrils reach up to the sun.
Last kisess leading on from those first Sweet wishes, oh I had such a thrist, Insatiable for a blissful few months, now Has it dried out this soon, so soon, how?
Next time, I will smile. I shall welcome you with open arms. You will not feel lost, You will not feel betrayed.
The Knowledge, the knowledge, oh, how much do we know? We know the little amidst the lot so the lot remains the midst
The Immorality And Immortality Of Youth
Flippant, flippancy, flippin' film that one, we're supposed to cry. But i nipped to the loo half-way through
A Holy Curiosity
I don't believe in answers, I believe in questions. The answer is a let-down,
I write about the future because nothing has happened to me, I still have time to think how I want my life to be. But nothing's so sure that I can ponder without waves of doubt hitting unexpectedly to remind me that things don't always work out.
how shall i go into the unknown? that i take the first step is all i ask now, the future's bleak and i feel alone.
I write about the future because nothing has happened to me,
I still have time to think how I want my life to be.
But nothing's so sure that I can ponder without waves of doubt
hitting unexpectedly to remind me that things don't always work out.
And so now I think of you,
lying in a hospital bed,
also awake in the middle of the night.