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Mended in art

The man who
hides his heedful
heart within
the sanguine
seams of his
solemn art.

What you can't see

I can't keep my mind from racing

I can't keep my heart from beating

I can't keep myself from shaking

I can't keep my eyes from tearing

I can't keep my body from trembling

I can't keep my thoughts from swirling

I can't keep my head from spinning

I can't keep myself from feeling

I can't keep my emotions in check

I can't keep my anxiety at bay

It's like a storm inside my head

That just won't let up



not far off the road where the landscape beckons

bright flowers punctuate the bouldered slope

low shrubs where rattlesnakes might lurk

a grotto, unseen from the asphalt

silence, dense and unnerving

here—2 names on a cross


Snowdrops ~ Ladies of Loveliness

The winter-proof snowdrops are blooming,
reminders that springtime is looming.
They brave the harsh breeze that is blowing;
in bleakest mid-winter they're growing!

In Latin, Galanthus Nivalis;
(to love them, you don’t need to know this)
‘Milk Flower of the Snow’s’ the translation;
from Promised Land brought to this nation.

All clouded in folklore and fable,
like Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel,
whose tears were all shed in the garden;
in Eden they begged heaven's pardon!

Ancient Magic of the soul

Fibrils of sepia
elongate across
the crown above,
soft white moonlight
mirrors on the floor

Awestruck, silenced,
an unspoken gasp
of reverence,
was stilled upon
my parted lips,
my night-scape
full of wonder
filigreed in starlight
is now reflected
in my eyes

In my cream temple,
my cathedral in the dark
a pencil is laid down,
and my soul laid bare

Between the fibres
of this tattered page,
ancient magic is made

My new world is Cold

Cool it!
I introduced..
cold wine too

you enjoy more
when it's chilled
you look for warmth
in a sexy blanket
could do after drinks cold
but not few

then both of you can do
what you want to

Legends Never Die

I know you feel like you don't matter
You want to live, but die you would rather
But please, don't you dare quit on me
You giving up makes me question what I'll be

You feel as though your life means nothing
And the joy from others you are sucking
If you're struggling right now, I'm right here
Call me, message me, I'll listen to how you feel


This December was one to remember
Awaiting a new family member

A pretty lady will soon appear
To make our lives less severe

Christmas has passed and and news has come
The Mom has been admitted with a lot less glum

The the 29 th day has come with joy and pride
As Poppy appeared by her side

What a beautiful girl she will be
A great granddaughter we now can see

A Christmas present we will always remember
No month greater than this December


My legs and my feet are bare before me, not flower-like, more like a cactus
and a crisis bats against a drum which shook my world around me.
I can't realize how helpless I am, although it rings in the back of my mind like a charm.
I don't feel whole, my stomach yearns in a fiery pit of rage and guilt as my thoughts turn to blind me. As I weep and I woe, my darkness turns to light, and my stomach still hurts and I'm hurt but I'm pure, I can't remember the last time I felt so pure.

A Lonely Place

We will be leaving
This fearful palace,
I still remember when I was a little child
I left my mother’s womb
And came to this palace,
I liked it at first sight
Despite people’s objections
I still entered the palace to work hard
The beautiful and grand palace I saw
When I was young is actually not real
Even though there are people coming and going
But the palace is a lonely place
Perhaps everyone is lonely
That is why there is jealousy and suspicions
Because of loneliness


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