(2014)
In the shadow of hope begs an unhe… Lost and abandoned, where we used… Please stay, please hear; Pleasing all for you, as long as y… But your mind’s gone, you need a n…
For her without light, Never a distraction to choose, Heaven too will wait For him with no fight, It can come to the likes of you.
Hearts are made of but blood and v… He asks a no-longer-needed world;… Carried alone to bed, on mute and… Disappearing like fog; watching yo… Though this wound is deeper than w…
I remember everything you said, I slept each night inside your bed… You claim I told you that I cared Yet I wasn’t there Because I’m not around,
All I see, softly glancing back a… Is all I need, all I ever wanted… Looking in your mirror, who I am… With clear hope, less the dread; Deeper in your heart, I always wa…
Melancholick black bile coagulates… Time, it kills; there is no killin… Alone a restless minde bleeds the… So too, alone, does innocence sour… Smiles without smiling; sleep with…
Send unto me your truths, and heed… Show grace and cast swete forgiven… Let me receive your demon’s; unwor… I will procure thy innocence to th… I acknowledge my faults; now willi…
Wearied perspective; I’m not the… And fate could have it worse, Yet I can’t cope, And always knew Consequence for un-ending hurt.
What could it take to stir a heart… How does resentment hold, where wa… Would pure desire and promise true… Gain love in spite of you? Who hears your voice, do they rece…
No weight, no strength, No good, no wealth Nor chances dealt, No oath, no plan Nor having felt
In our sadness, When the world seems too trying And compassion waits unfound, Are we losing the feeling? In our sadness I will sink, I wil…
At this bus stop there is no sign Of ever a person being here. Verdant grass In a midway bedraggled ditch Slits the ribbon roads.
‘Time is a healer’ : fools heed su… The reward of reason Is the steadying balm, Not of a childe Seeking assurance
A paperback companion Tumbles behind fingers Like a cliff-top fall. Breathless anxiety Cannot succour
Mid-night in your garden, With the futility of words, Outside the place we swore, I was doing so well But I don’t dream anymore.