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Searching For A Core

Oh Dear, there’s a war inside your head and neither side can win and neither side is right but it still rages on Dear, there are ruins in your soul from an ancient civilization completely unknown The journey from mind... Continue Reading →

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Clouds

For many years, I lived in a cloud of darkness. Thankfully, those years are far behind me and I can now speak of them without sadness. In my upcoming book “Living on Ice“, I write of my journey through those... Continue Reading →

The Blind Man

Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees? Where does he go when dark clouds above occupy his mind? -and concrete seals off the sky? What is he meant to do when the world is one shade... Continue Reading →

On Days like This…..

On those days when despair (threatens to) sweep you away and dark vines seek to enthral your soul When Tolstoy’s ‘War and Peace’ seems lighter than the your thoughts ...... when the dog barks when the bee stings when your... Continue Reading →

On Our Knees

Let’s pray the prayer that never ceases Let’s bend the knee and bow our heads Let’s Ignore the naysayers and place our destinies in your mouths Let’s remove the finery from our words Let’s strip naked - the intentions of... Continue Reading →

A View From My Window

Because of a grain of faith (so small - it is unseen) -my eyes flee a grimy past and rove a majestic landscape waiting- just for me I stare in awe through a window of wonders as the future is... Continue Reading →

The Pilgrim Poet’s Progress

On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →

Dancing In The Dark

My face doesn’t betray my heart neither does my pulse thrum too many beats apart For, when I dance in the shadows making light of my plight I waltz with gusto urging my spirit to take flight So, though my... Continue Reading →

BECOMING

There’s nothing maladroit about picking up your broken pieces It may be a war that rages within your bones It may be thoughts that scatter like rotting teeth after a bar fight It may even be frozen breath- too strangled... Continue Reading →

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