Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
