A Fight To The Death:

In my sleep, I am an Angel fighting the Demonic forces, I use reason, wisdom, love and patience, From behind my shield; Never wishing to do bodily harm.   The sinister laugh reverberates, Through my entire being, But I do not wither away for I am full of light; All encompassing and saturating.   “Be more

The child in you needs love too:

Little babies grown into big people,

She didn’t know it would feel like this;

She was always on the lookout,

For someone who might need her,

But then she realised;

Maybe at this stage of life,

It was time for her to rescue herself,

She strokes herself tenderly …

even though he threw her life into chaos she still loves him mona

 

More Snapshots of my life:

 

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The needlework that I saw at NGV almost made me wish I did that for a vocation instead of being a writer ๐Ÿ™‚
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Just so much detail…

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more

A quandary, a quandary:

Hermits would rather write, Far into the night, And watch their words take flight. And pickled men will lose the fight, When they see that she won’t bite, She wants their sex, But that’s not right! Unless she slaves for them in the daylight, Dragging up their brats, With all of her might, So stick more

Snapshots of my life:

We celebrated Tom's birthday back in March.
We celebrated Tom’s birthday back in March.

 

The Day You Were Born:

The morning birds drew back the starlit,Night and we did see a blue sky, shining,Sun and heard the dawn song of the sky,Larks as weโ€™d never heard them before,Life as we knew it was over,A new life had begun!The fairies were sent from the magical realm,To weave a gossamer veil around us and,Within that veil more

The Haunting OR Just Call Me Heathcliffe

Itโ€™s just like the story (the legend),Of Wuthering Heights except in reverse,Childhood loves torn apart by circumstance:Youโ€™re the one who died leaving me to face the hurt.Which is worse, Iโ€™m sure I already know?To be dead but still roaming the earth: Lost, cold and alone,Or to be me; I sense you continually,In every corner of more