Lullaby sing so sweet. Stop crying and just meet. I know you wanna eat. You are so sweet. If the only thing you wanna do is meet. So just eat.

Myriam Fallow was really hollow. She lived in the town of Creeky Shallow. Her wisest thought was not as deep as the dried up river, one inch deep.   Her mother sent her to the store to buy a present for her sister who snored….

Barriers are limitations To progress envisioned Breaking such limits Will inspire the required change I am a firm believer of positive impact Against the odds Change is inevitable Because limitation Is only in the mind As a skyward bound gladiator Challenging stereotypes is my forte…

There it is, the silver plate A single smaller one atop, and on it that heavenly meal. A crisped golden brown, the smell of hot cheese, full of might and power. Yet I cannot grasp it, it lies within my dreams… Grilled cheese~ You are…

Glowing bright through the night. Not near or far like a beacon. You can see the outline from the light. All because it has begun.

My mind has not been a haven for me for the longest, Had the lights out and learnt that the human mind, It can be its own horror story. I continue to fuel the fire to my mental purgatory. Be welcomed by Sadness, Hook-up with…

I want you to understand  that my calculated dances of pleasantry and avoidance are part of my survival   Yes, I want to play and laugh but not here because someone with a burning hatred in their heart might mistake my smile for bared teeth…

ENCLOSED. Tired I am from my daily dose Of sitting at home and eating away Watching the ocean only in films And listening to the birds’ sing song I miss walking out in the street so late Along the way, collecting books Smiling at those…

  The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…

Aggressive wants spoil the simple pleasures; Beckon reason, to see the needs are met: All else is details for selfish raptures; And the simpler souls do have their joys set.   A bright morning, with pen and ink supplied – What else, could I command…