It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…

How did so much come to nothing Leaving just an empty space When everything was over And there were no truths left to face Just aching walls of silence With a window to the past Highlights where it all went wrong And where we tried…

The mystery The rest have left, their unspoken music still haunts the corners at the tops of the walls, catches then reverberates in the curves and hollows of the art glass shade and rattles the broken element in the fixture And the taps are empty…

Even though she knew it was coming, The blow still stung. No matter how much she tried to brace for it The impact still caused her to reel. Sometimes having defenses up just isn’t enough.

It wasn’t much of a mystery. The facts were plain as day. She had opened the door of her life …just a crack. And the culprit stole her heart away.

They say the small town life is the quiet life And word travels fast when something happens out here But now that someone’s missing, someone’s murdered, and something’s been stolen Everyone is claiming an alibi or to be in the clear Now mister Buffet, eager…

Poem 4# Marriage: |Relic of Culture Once I asked my celibate neighbour “Why ain’t you married.” Like a tidal boomerang he had thrown back the questions, “why are you married?.” But while my response were building up like the whirlwind in prep stage, He added,…

Slowly, he pokes his head around the door Gathering as much courage as he can, Until enveloped in safety, He inches closer to the opening crawling on his belly nosing his way forward inch by anxious inch. until his nose, on his paws hang over…

She’s a brave, vibrant girl with golden, bouncy curls bears and foxes walk while she skips and talks.   Not just talk, she sings a strange tune that rings other animals follow into parks and woody hollows.   Why they heed her sweet voice yet…

WE ARE POWERFUL There is ‘art’ inside every heart, Do not kill the artist inside you! There is ‘air’ in our hair, Let your hair loose and do not get tied up old traditions There is an’ I’ inside every eye, See only what makes…