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
Poetry
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
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…
Introducing: love strongHer
This is something I should have done so so long ago. But life happens every now and then. I’d like to to introduce you to someone whom I think is worth mentioning. Not because we’re related…but rather because I think she has a voice and that voice should be heard loud and clear. She, like many of us, has had some ups and downs in life. Yet she is an amazing human masterpiece formed by the hands of the Master to bring light and love.
Ellipses…
Precious memories marred
Soul deeply scarred
My Lyric
With flow and sway You have sashayed your way Into my heart
Art and Me
What is art? Can it really be defined. What is creativity? Have you ever thought on this? Everyone has a different perception of what art is. What’s yours?