How often we want to be other people wear their shoes, not feel the pinch dream their dreams and not their nightmares taste their victory and not feel their defeat.   It’s only human but if only we could look within and not without deep…

Let’s keep fighting for a better tomorrow.

Winter or summer it doesn’t matter which an ice box office is where I sit. I shiver and shake and put a sweater on while people come in sweating from the summer sun. In winter you would think they’d turn the heat on but it…

she becomes a constant reminder why I love writing poetry.

I do not know by what name to call it- lust or love, for the line that separates both blurs.   Lara, you lured me with your innocence which is not innocent. Your eyes so luminescent beamed right through my soul   I have nibbled…

I want to give you / a blissful restful slumber / wherever we go

Sleep doesn’t come to me I go to it With a thoroughly battered Exhausted body And I fall So it has to catch me And put me to bed

Broken Pump and Motor Broken and hissing loud and clear, ruptured leaking out the side of the pump. Keep with the pressure and the glue. Everything dry neglected now it’s seeping. Poor Charlie is left high and dry undone, forlorn, me and his burrow. Poor…

Silently she left putting the wine glass on the pavement outside the cottage He begged her not to go and took her satchel down the road to where She had stopped by the old oak tree She pulled up a sunflower Handing it to him…

Knock knock, “coming to get you” quick, under the bed, behind the door, in the cupboard. Hide and seek, wish it was a game and not the life.