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Image by esudroff from Pixabay many, Many moons ago stood a forest- Dark & Dense. within the Tall & Looming trees, wandered the Keeper of Loneliness.   among Countless ill-lit paths alongside many menacing streams the Keeper spun & spun in circles, hopelessly searching for Lost Dreams.   one by one- the branches broke. the
Image by Gregory Sigrist from Pixabay If I had a voice I’d tell the world about You I’d tell them you opened up my heart like a scarred-over wound that never really healed like an emerging flower poking its way into the ether   If I had a voice I’d tell them the truth about
I sat alone, the silence deafening and asked myself how did my life come to this?, I knew the drink wasn’t working anymore, It didn’t take away the pain like before. It took away my laughter, my creativity and the years, My head told me I didn’t have the strength or courage to live without
  Dear wild bird Flying in your cage swiftly from side to side. Going about your pleasant routine, whistling as if you weren't tied. Dear sweet bird You need to see that the life that you live is contained. That there is so much more and you allow yourself to be restrained. Dear loving bird
In a world of corruption, Hatred and greed; Today we have life, A life we can lead. The disruption has gone, And so has the sorrow; Replaced by a programme We know we must follow. The demons won’t leave By the door marked eviction; It wants us all dead, Because that’s our addiction. So some
Often there’s a place I go Deep within my mind Not difficult to travel to Nor difficult to find Clearing head ‘n closing eyes All aboard these nightly trains Imagination clearly lies Where reality refrains Off to sun rain sand and fog Off to waves of gold Desert lights on flashy Strips Or Market streets
I want to hold you and to hug you The mom I knew The one who came to all my recitals and who Walked up and down the aisles at every assembly To get a better picture,  a better view The mom I knew **** Where are you now, I wonder? The mom I knew
This is a song I wrote on ukulele. Sofa Safari is a deceptively sweet song I wrote to an ex-boyfriend. The mood acts as a counterweight to a much earlier (and rawer) beat poem entitled “You, selfish You”, which was (you might guess) rich in resentment. This only goes to show what a great healer