Archive for April, 2012

How come I didn’t see                                              

the hole in the floor,                                  

It’s dark dirty and dusty                                    

don’t wanna be here no more,                                  

Pick myself up                                        

stand on my feet,                                    

What nightmarish creatures                                          

am I doomed to meet,                                        

Ahead there is a                                   


Leading to a land                                    

of lore,                                                                        

Dare I go down it                                                      

what choice have I,                                                          

The land in front just full of knowledge                                          

my life behind me just a lie,                                                  

Stepping around each corner                              

what challenge will I find,                                                  

Some horrible murderous creature                                                  

with an equally vicious mind,                                  

The corridor’s end                                        

my sword stained red,                                              

All that I fought                                    

are laying there dead,                                        

And now before me                                      

a real battle lays,                                          

One that will shape my dreams                                            

my future my days….  


Sometimes the sentence “….Life’s a bitch….” Just ain’t good enough.






~ That Moment…. ~

Tears fall slowly down her face                                  

he wipes them away with gentle hand,                                                  

She looks up at him                                                      

he doesn’t understand,                                                            

Where did these feelings come from?                          

looks at her lashes wet,                                              

His mind his body pulled to her                                                

their from to totally different worlds and yet,                                                                                  

Cups her face                                          

in his hands it’s his kiss,                                                                        

Feels something deep within him                                                  

 is this whats called heartbeat miss?                                                      

She gives herself completely                                                      

he feels it on her lips,                                                                

A sensation an electricity she gives off                                        

from her hands on his neck on his shoulder through his hands laid on her hips,

The only observers to this moment                                              

are time and the rain,                                                      

Time it keeps on ticking                                                                            

and raindrops run down the window pane….


For  ……..  written with love….Hope it works out for you, you deserve the best.x.x.

~ Dreamscape ~


I hope that you see starlight                                          

and majestic fireflies,                                              

Fairies in luminescent moonlight                                                    

cascading light across night skies,                                                  

 Dreaming as you slumber                                  

of shooting stars that explode with a bang,                                                                  

Revealing lots of sparkles they remind you                                                                    

of the water nymphs laughter as they sang,                                                

And as the pixies dance                                      

the night away,                                            

The tree nymph talks to the unicorn                  

about the coming day,                                              

The leprechauns talk to the wise old owl                                                        

 up in the old oak tree,                                    

 And two little fairies fly in and out                                                                          

of the ivy grown wild and free,                                                        

The soft wind carries a lullaby                                                      

 a melody on the breeze,                                      

A reminder for all that it’s time for bed                                                            

come flying through the trees,                                                    

As all the gathering                                

go home to bed,                                                              

You dream on under your soft quilt                            

pillow under your head,                                            

The sun it does now slowly rise                                                                        

and kisses your pink blossom cheeks,                                                  

And I know that you will be back to your dream shores                                                                        

of merriment and laughter while  the rest of us sleeps….





A melody carried                                          

on softest breeze,                                  

Kaleidoscopic colors                                              

filter through the trees,                                

The grass does move                                        

 like an ocean wave,                                      

The tiniest dew drop                                                

the leaf does save,                                          

The golden rays of light                                                    

shine down,                                                  

To shine upon                                            

this sacred ground,                                                        

And look the colors of the                                                  

 so dear,                                                        

Cascade their delights                                  

 on the water so clear,                                                                      

In a heartbeat we have found                                                        

 this softest place,                                                            

A dimension inbetween                                                          

mans time and space,                        

We linger for a moment                                                    

before we move on,                                                                      

Once more we are forgotten                                                                  

with the rise of new dawn….



On stony ground                      

the blood seeps,                                  

Down echoed walkway                              

death weeps,                          

Round and round                                

the staircase down,                                            

Beneath raw earth                                

to unholy ground…. 



Each to their own life….


Chasing rainbows across the sky,

I thought of you and so I said hi,

We are all a speck in life’s dimension of why,

And everyone chases rainbows across the blue sky….



You made me strong                          

when I was weak,                          

You made me see                                

when I was blind with tears,                                

You held my hand and made me see                                      

that through the fighting I could be free,                                          

To show some love                                              

to show I care,                                            

There are people like me                                              


And they all need                                                    

someone like you,                                              

 To help them up                                            

and guide them through,                                            

You don’t show fear                                                  

 but I know its there,                                                    

 How do I show you                                    

how much I care….


This is an old poem but it’s special to me and the person I wrote it for…. Hope you like it.

Happy hugs to you all.x.



Lose yourself in feeling                          

see the colors bright,                                  

Cascading raindrops surround you                                    

breath in firelight,                                  

A rainbow of                            

a melody,                                      

Sent on a wish                                    

from you to me,                                              

Caught up by the fire                                      

 that twirls it around,                            

And sets it free                                        

to a wondrous sound,                                

Colors of the song                                                  

lift high in the air,                                  

And make off through the night                                                      

with never a care….



~ Roses in the rain….~


We argued we argued                          

we fought some more,                                  

The drink fueled our words                        

much worse than before,                                      

You went to bed I slept downstairs                                    

in the morning you were gone,                                      

The tears they welled was it forever                                              

but no it wasn’t for long,                                    

You came in with a bunch of roses                                                  

petals red and stems so long,                                      

My tears they turned to anger                                          

said I wanted you gone,                                                    

You asked me if I love you                  

said I was in your heart,                                          

But these rows these fights so explosive                                                  

there tearing us apart,                                            

 How was I to know what was gonna happen                                                

 as you got in the car that day,                                                      

So mad I ripped up the roses                                              

the petals all on the driveway,                                                            

They said you felt no pain                                                            

but how can that be right,                                                    

The truck driver it was his fault                                                            

drinking the previous night,                                              

 He hit your car full force                                          

and took your precious life,                                            

 Now all I am is a widow                                    

 no longer am I a wife,                                                          

I love you need you want you                                      

 but all that’s left is pain,                                                                                  

 And the very last thing I did for you was bin your                                                        

 roses in the rain….


What makes you write

an action a spark,

Something thats light

something thats dark,

A moment encased

in pleasure or pain,

Thunder and lightening

or sweet summer rain,

Something that makes you

shrink makes you grow,

Does it feel like you bleed

to let it flow,

Do you pour out words

like water down the drain,

Are you addicted like a junkie

do you feed on pain,

Whatever it is

that makes your words flow,

Take care of it nurture it

and in time it will grow….






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