Would I Could Like Pegasus Fly Filled With Such Joy Like Light In The Sky   Would I Could Like Minotaur Roar Finding My Way Like Never Before   Would I Could Like Medusa Stare Turn You To Stone Like I Don’t Even Care  

What is a myth? A story we tell our selves To give someone else the blame To hand them the control To beg them to save us Or venge us Or fix our broken soul   We wish we had the mighty powers Ruled from…

Under the silver waters, she waited for his return from Avalon. Excalibur shone eternal, hanging from her side as she dancedin the seaweed when the mermaids would visit. He has slept.His time would again come when England needed him most and she would be by…

He and I share the same blood type and later we will share the same last name. By choice I gave him my heart and waited for the indescribable rain. The storm which never came and the tears didn’t fall. I am with him when…

The moon sees, comes closer He sleeps When he wakes, he wakes to splendour She is brilliance

NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…

The name is ‘Oi’ – if you please! be rid of me and be done with death and disease. The Massai of Kenya doth truly believe, the spirit of an illness lives as its disease cleanse ye house of all’s inside, so that death and…

Pools of blue The color of the sky When it is over cast but not cloudy Depth perception A little deceptive that high We know how deep the sea, we float gradually But always rocket into space Pools of blue Gravity pulls Effort is equally…

A symbol of purity and grace A noble legend was born I speak of none other Than the graceful unicorn. He had a coat so snowy white And a preference for maidens fair The brave would thus assemble Only if they dared. With nets flung…

We shall search until we find, all the cities left behind. Floods of water, floods of sand, erased the people, hid the land. The tales are told of near perfection, yet their presence defies detection. From the tales that you have heard, do you believe…