No one can see this world but me where aging stops at 23. And if my body does contest I yell at it – Don’t be a pest! For what is more of who you are is if you can be more than sure that…

1. My mother. 2. Dressed well in a dignified way. 3. Loved to sing. 4. Knew right from wrong. 5. Born under the sign of Cancer. 6. Died of Cancer. 7. Pretended to care about sports. 8. World class cook in tiny kitchen. 9. Pillar…

Where shall I go Cannot solve the confusion, Cannot find a way where shall I go, where shall I go? The darkness of my heart Got darker and thicker Standing, thinking and worrying Which way to go any breathe that comes, Goes piercing by body…

“Monsters and Demons” Fumbling, stumbling, My whole world is crumbling, My vision is blurring, My rationale is obscuring, My mind is racing, My thoughts are unclean, unspeakable Horrors of monsters and demons, My heart is pounding, my hands are shaking A tortured voice from within begs and pleads for the madness to end. God…

Holding hands walking through the park Feeling free without a doubt Love has its hold oh so secure Nothing can release us now   Each day is lived in hope Great or small let it flow Keeping life still and free Share it all in…

White picket fences Cleanly cut lawns Perfectly tended flower beds Inviting welcome mats Cutesy curtains Screaming children inside Domestic violence galore They’re unable to eat meals together But it’s okay They look perfect So it’s okay That’s what they’ll tell themselves.

How hard can it be to find someone to love me, just me, not the idea of me or a part of me. Someone to love me, to want to be with me, to want to dance with me, to write sweet songs and harmonies…

Curse me not with your pity, or self-proclaimed intelligence, delusions of importance, mythical wit; I find myself uninspired, just incredibly tired, of your self-indulgence, disproportionate confidence, imaginary superiority; your lack of respect for others astounds me constantly, and yet I stay, and allow you to…

And suddenly As Lot’s wife Turned into salt I meet my own drought Of words, of images, Of ecstatic utterance And settle into The calm of a Saturday evening With ambient music And one good book.

I forgot! I forgot that today was Great Race! And I couldn’t find even one place… to sit and be quiet… as I try to finish this race. People everywhere, every where. Every colour, Every creed, Every Race. But how many of those faces were there to…