Here it comes again…
That crazy, mixed-up, confused sense of disatisfaction. It comes uninvited, slicing through my self-esteem like a knife through butter. Trying to describe it is like chasing the wind. I hate it, but when it’s there, …
No Man an Island
The road is longand I’m not strongEnough to walk itAlone Damn this prideThis pain insideMakes me whimperMakes me rageYet the stageOf weepingStill evades Is it so muchTo askThat tears are given spaceTo be? Am I …
Untitled – As Yet
I can’t decide what to call this one WhisperTake me awayFrom the dayFull of nothingnessTo a place of fullness Remind meThat I am so much moreThan the sum of my daysWorth more than the turning …
Experimenting with video
I’m trying something new, putting a video together for a new poem. The poem itself is already on the blog, but I thought I’d have a go at a video to go with it Here …
Silver Moon
How can IBelieveYou have abandoned meYou never haveBefore Why do Iget lost in the shadowsforgetting the sunwhen I enter the nightIt’s so easyWhen the silverOf the moonIs the owner of the light Simple thingsGrow dauntingLike …
Hiding Not the Answer
Firstly, let me say, I never normally post anything other than poetry, and maybe a nature comment This one is different, because I think this is important There seem to be so many posts in …
Empty My Heart
Come, empty this busyBroken,Proud, yet shattered heart Grant me the peaceFor which my soul yearnsFor the only answerTo my pleaIs foundIn you For we are allBrokenShatteredYet oneIn the mystical bodyOf Christ Our journey is differentYet …
Come, O Spirit
Come, O SpiritEnter our woundednessEmpty our prideOur fearAnd allThat keeps usFrom beingWho you made us to be For we are children of GodOur hearts and HisBeat in wonderful unityCalling outRevealing the storyOf creatorand created Loving,LivingBeing,Giving …
Follow the Words and Be Free!
Here they comeDancing their wayBeckoning come, follow The melody startsChimesJoyful Inviting Follow, playRejoice with us We are spokenWhen hearts are reachingLove and sorrow Yesterday Tomorrow We are uttered Living on the breezeCalling your name Live, love Be Follow, and you will hearStories …
Break the Bonds, Live Your Life!
Last night I spent a couple of hours clearing brambles, ivy and rampant honeysuckle from an apple tree which produces fruit for cooking. They fall well and require no extra sweetening. I simply wanted to …