Heart Song

To sit in the evening air and strive to find a word or deed that would inspire. Can often become a tiring deed, Every word alone cannot fit, nor deed by those about can fill that void. A void that is that unwritten poem as in my case. That missing link that ties all together … Continue reading Heart Song

Who Wait’s?

There are days that I compose a poem and eventually ask of myself, "What was I writing about?" . There are days that I write and walk away, yet eventually forget what I was writing about. Such poetry become an example of creative writing that went almost on its own way. Today's poem is one … Continue reading Who Wait’s?

A Precipice of the Mind

Have you ever entered days where you feel like you are left to stand on a precipice, with company and yet alone. Alone in thoughts that sweep you away into a universe that almost seeks to wrap you into the pleasures that life can bring. Not the pleasures that most would think of, but the … Continue reading A Precipice of the Mind

Wishing Well or Wish Him Well

As I have written of before, I often write of a topic and try to hide it within the lines of a poem. But like todays poem, I often write of a topic and cannot hide very much of that topic and thus it becomes very clear what that said topic or poem is about. … Continue reading Wishing Well or Wish Him Well

Love Without Fear

Sitting in this little room, gazing out at the sunlight brighten up all about, I began to write on something most would love to do with great success. To write on love would be a key to some form of success. At least this is a key I would love to hold. Like some of … Continue reading Love Without Fear

A Few Cluttered Thoughts

There are days when I wander through what appears like a mine field of thoughts that often has me wondering what happened. Then there are moments that I find myself going back over memories, often in a creative angle to find gems that could be used for such writings as the one I place here … Continue reading A Few Cluttered Thoughts


While walking alone I began to ponder on high stats that showed suicide amongst men. I thought of how for generations we men were for the most part to hide or never show certain emotions. Man as a whole have been programmed how to act, and how to be seen or heard. Todays poem seeks … Continue reading Programmed

April Fools

Over the past few days I spent much time thinking over what has become todays poem. But I felt the need to ask. Have you ever awoken into a new day with a mind that felt empty and resembling a foggy morning? One that has you question plans that were set and still ask what … Continue reading April Fools

Unseen Dreams

Today I set about to write and compose a piece that has resulted in this poem. That begun the day aiming for a different route to which has resulted. Often when setting to compose the piece being worked on becomes something completely different to that which at first was desired. This is the very fact … Continue reading Unseen Dreams

Ode to Environment Protestors

Have you ever pondered why some protestors became silent? Is it because the health scares of recent years? Has pandemic hype scared them silent? Or has their drive, their desire and their thrist to see it through been full filled? Have they ended their cause with a whimper? Such are the thoughts that envelope todays … Continue reading Ode to Environment Protestors