Stranded and alone, I stagger, I stumble, I fall. I lose myself. But still, I repeat this process. Is it because I lack the general human ability to stand, Or because I am trying to find the significance in standing up each time I fall….

Yes, Yes its true, There is a valley of muse. You can find many of them, Some like to come with you too. They talk to you, Show you visions, create worlds without divisions, They show you the truth sometimes, The other times unicorns, It…

She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy We join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves Her heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints Her eyes are…

They begin in single file possibly as breeders with a clone already attached they leave their cars in schoolyards and then again in carparks until they arrive in supermarkets pushing carts with kids in them round the aisles and what looked like one or two…

His presence existed to suppress He always made her feel oppressed but still she tried to impress til she became depressed. Life seemed quite compressed with great distress. We can guess she left transgressed.

A cog in the war machine, a link in the chain A drop in the canteen or one in the rain A petal in the daisy, a ray in the sun In each case the many come together as one

We were born believing that the world centered around us,  It’s confounding, really,  when we catch this lie surround us,  I believed that the pink of my mother’s tea was the only right way to feel warm,  But the beauty of being wrong,  Lies in…

Always felt a bit alien, big eyes like those haunting paintings Wondering if everyone thinks or learns or processes at the same rate Or if those few in subdued magic and understated presence Come from the same place as me, born of the same planet…

No pleasant dreams, says I it seems a nightmare’s more of what’s in store with heaving lungs and paling tongues I cannot promise you good rest your sleep will haunt you horror’s best no breath, you fear this most of all ne’er reaching rail before…