where is home?

Find my voice in an electric drum kit, Smack the leather, absorb constrictive knots, His night time voyage lady luna lit, Find my voice after the savage storm drops,

coffee

Relentless passion pumps through your veins, Drums the heart, your mind it stains, Dilated dustbins, caffeine full, Body slumped but eyes wide still, Love is a drug, drives you insane.

Carvings in A Tree

But where’s the high? Where is the loss of pain? Where is my release? I’m still suffering. Please.

Young Arab

I wrote this poem for a young Arab boy who suffered a tragic death.! PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY DISTURBED BY HORRID MATIERIAL! Please leave your peaceful comments for this young Arab boy

Receptionist

There's a lot more goes through a receptionist's head than you might imagine.

Wanna Be A PA

Another one about those people I used to work with

The Layered Effect

What a tangled web we weave.....

The Telepaths

Maybe space travel will tell us more than we bargained for !.

Don't Tell Anyone

...he had something to show me. Something to try...

A kid named Eddie

a twisted child and his refrigerator.

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