Double-Crossed

We’ve been double-crossed by the stars, the dice of fate were lost and weighted, you were born under a different sky, I was born too late. It goes without saying you can’t be bought

I am Silent Joy

I am silent joy, I am silent sorrow, I am what you have made me, driven mad in the silence. Fill this noiselessness with the language of angels, make me proud to hold joy, to bear sorrow.

Dance on The Graves of The Dead

Dance on the graves of the dead, mock their mossy tufts with the loftiness of love and lust and life, for they once danced like this. Fear not to be cast out into the migrant night,
Cherry

The Dead Land: Chapter 10

While her confidence and fury rapidly dampened, it didn’t take Robbie long to realise that she needed a plan.

Still Dancing

Dancing through days that fall At your feet like bright petals, You see all your tomorrows Spreading out towards the horizon. You have lived a life like this before,

Glorious Revelation

eagle’s soar, king of movement in his outdoor realm
Poem of the week

The Day That Love Was Banned

All watched over by machines of less-than-loving grace

Seed

Seeing the flowers in their cracked vase I think suddenly about time,

I Can Dance

rainbow fire like an evening soliloquy
Cherry

The Girl Next Door

She sat, skinning a lemon; spying, as I was, through a hole in the fence.

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