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My Child

Memories, like toys abandoned, / Found later to be loved again, / So real, yet so elusive.

I Am The Silence

I am the silence / That weaves its way through the blackened sentinels / And binds them together in a tapestry of emptiness. / I am silenc…

Seeing Me, Seeing You

When you look at me, what do you see? / Do you see a human being like yourself, a real flesh and blood person with feelings and thoughts an…


MESSAGE FROM MOTHER EARTH / You are so close to me. / I feel it when you walk out across my landscapes, or sit quietly and reflect upon the…

How Far Can A Hug Travel

How far can a hug travel? / Can its strength endure the miles? / At the speed of light over five thousand k’s / Can you feel my smiles? …


Who dares to walk this path? / Yet who dares to not?


I wait in this empty space, / But love never looked back, / Just walked out, closing the door / And turned off the light. / Darkness – the …
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Lost Soul

So much anger, so much pain, so much false hope in a glass container. So much separation, so much anguish, so much filling of emptiness wit…

Across Dark Miles

And the legions of the lonely, the single and the bored, / Come worship at the altar where Microsoft is lord.


The wheels keep turning round and round / This thing called life goes on / With lives and fortunes in the wake / Of the monster when it’s g…

The Medicine Woman

So take up your own small basket – gather what Spirit guides you to, / For what you keep as medicine – will be what life gives …

The Turning

The tide has turned and shifted / New waves break on the shore / The winds of change blow swiftly / Like they never have before.

One Tree

One tree, one solitary life, / One silhouette reaching into the sky. / One lone and weary traveller, / One road, that passes them by.


Lines on a piece of paper, / Lines upon the earth; / The mark of human hands - / Or aliens at work?

Folding Truth

In the dark night of our journey / When the lines drift free with no space in between, / Can we feel the warmth and wonder / In the folds o…


The Master musician knows. / In that instant between two notes / The silence dwells,


Hope never looks in the mirror, / Indeed, she looks beyond, / For she holds her own reflection / In a place I have yet to find.
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