Freedom.

I don’t think so.

I would have walked a mileFor your smile. I confused lustFor sacred trust. Do I think about you?Almost never… Unless …

Braveheart.

Forward.

Story.

Monday Mornings.

Monday Morning appears without warning, my energy’s wavering, my guts assail me. but I alight guided by the light, turning …

Me.

Hidden Smile.

I don’t know where it came from, The disillusion, hot like the sun. Sometimes it’s hard to fathom Our whys …

Flame.

I am the flame you are drawn to, the one you circle around and write poems to. But fortune favours …

Thoughts.

I live my life like it’s mine. I make choices trying to satisfy My vision of how to fly In …