Through the Open Door of My Heart
Through the open door of my heart you come
Showering me with gifts like you’ve already won
Poetry
I Write…
I write because it keeps me sane My inner worry becomes my gain In blackest ink drowns my pain I write because it keeps me sane
The Freedom to Be
To feel The kiss of the midday sun Watching the cherubs as they run Along the sandy stretch…oh what fun The freedom to be
Sitting On Hope
Hope for a future to realise Hope for a joy surpassing our mortal minds Hope that our streets may be filled with laughter Hope that the young shall shed no tears
Reflections
Sometimes we need to look just a little deeper…
I Am Me…
I am me…I know no other way to be…
Fancy
Do I fancy myself a writer?
Well, yes. Yes I do.
The Giant
More than merely
Dogmatic confusion
To me you are real
I Ain’t Mad At Ya!
You did me real bad
Got me oh…so sad
With heart in hand
I stand…
Ellipses…
Precious memories marred
Soul deeply scarred