A Poem.

How can I create if my house is not in order, If the inspiration I choose renders me numb, Stops my lips from forming the words I need to speak, So that I might reap the benefits of that love? Why should I come back, To paths well worn, And scenes remembered with retinal insistence […]

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Speechless Heart

Heal my heavy heart Wound round my neck And made of lead. Fill my heart with warmth, ‘Till brimming full It glows with red. Cup my heart In your strong hands, And tell me that it’s Worth the sand That trickles from This hour-glass; ‘Til beating fast It knows once more The kiss of light […]

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Speechless Heart

Heal my heavy heart Wound round my neck And made of lead. Fill my heart with warmth, ‘Till brimming full It glows with red. Cup my heart In your strong hands, And tell me that it’s Worth the sand That trickles from This hour-glass; ‘Til beating fast It knows once more The kiss of light […]

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Fear’s Response

  Fear’s Response Scream! Scream! Scream! You bastard! Scream! Don’t you think I’m Not watching your every Move. Tasting your fear On my tongue. Sensing The heat of your anguish. Listening to the beat of Your heart; hammering Against your rib-cage. Don’t you think I can’t Smell you? Mmm, sweet! Another poem from my book The […]

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