If we are to awakenthe dead in spiritthe bruised and numbedthe broken in mindthe quenched of hopeand the dashed of dreams….How many more books will be written?How many new songs will be composed?How many more works of art will be... Continue Reading →
Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... Continue Reading →
May I never be found despising the stony hearts the concrete skies the grave errors the many problems the closed doors the sealed windows the crushed dreams and melted hopes that lined my path steering me this way and that... Continue Reading →
The times..... when a mind is ground to powder when tears spring when even the sky cries and the rivers rise When...... time has no meaning and words have lost theirs It is then...... that we realise that a word... Continue Reading →
When I was a prisoner in my mind I used to dream of lifting up my head and one day observing the open sky reaching to feel the sun warming my face and tasting rain that’s since lost its poison Those... Continue Reading →
Like a message in a bottle my truth floats out there.... somewhere never indicating if it will arrive to overtake the lies that applaud me proving once and for all I need not the Queen’s speech to vindicate me ©Vivian... Continue Reading →
I am words arranged in patterns of the universe I am letters jigsawed according to the beat of my pulse I am ink sometimes cool and sometimes flaming I am stories and poems to excite you to provoke you to... Continue Reading →
A heart falls on a carpet of thorns hurt and dismayed that the cushion of promises has been so callously replaced It lies there- bleeding from its many wounds. But ....slowly it begins to heal- scar tissue toughening its innards... Continue Reading →
This image -forever sealed in my mind is a metaphor for my path to destiny -there are monsters hidden here- around each corner watchers watch me eerily without sound "Give up!" mockers jeer so nastily But Dad once told me... Continue Reading →
