The New Year

There are lines within creation sometimes shining, sometimes dim. That connect us all to heaven and point to the truth within.

Fine line

Free will can be an engine, the power and the fuel. Or a deeply trodden furrow, from a never ending duel.

Past lives

Past lives are not illusions that rise at dawn and fade at dusk They’re the footsteps of creation, our lineage in dust.

Birds wing

Now’s the time to face the future, to bite the bullet, make amends. To live in harmony with nature, and see challenges as friends.

RED SKATE CHAPTER TWO

There lying over the ice, was the mangled body of Julia Entwistle. The poor girl was covered in blood, and a skate was sticking out her throat. My partner, Cathy Jones, whistled.

Prom Night

Just a poem I wrote when I was sorta down.

Paper Dolls

...paper dolls have paper hearts

Under a Renegade Flag (Part Four)

....Her orgasm ripped through her......

Will You Please

An voyeur poem.

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