The Call

It beckons in the blue
of a morning’s hue
softened by dew,
and moody clouds,
and a prayer to nature

After the Consequence

Stardom

After the consequence; steady hums in quiet forests exist~simply sung,
they…

Through the Mist

Confidence is hard, but if we keep going, we shall pass…

Down The Path Where No One Treads

The Hard Road

The Violet

I walked the empty path into the night.

the ‘illusory’ happiness

There’s this thing about happy days they don’t last, the black hole lurks…

Applause

Clap, clap. Cheer, cheer.

Are There Inkwells in Heaven?

When all wounds have healed, and all there is is light will anything be…

An Ode To The Black Dog

A poem for the depressed, for a different perspective