Verse

My mind is like an ocean that is deep and wide

I am that solitary silver fish that needs to hide...

Within the rhythm and rhyming of all the poetry I have ever read

As I lie in the comfort of my...

And she dances in her dreams
Yet she knows very well this is not what it seems
Those rolling...

Within the rhythm and rhyming of all the poetry I have ever read

As I lie in the comfort of my...

Oh that beaming lonely, little lighthouse used to mean the world to me

When I was just a little...

Bonny red ribbons are always tied in her hair

As she looks into the toy shop window stopping to...

She dances within her dreams in her worn out shoes

Swaying her hips to those rhythm and blues...

There is a country cottage not too far away

Down a hillock, thru the valley where the little Lambs...

I shall not ask my inner soul those secrets that I keep

Tho do I dig and delve amidst these very...

I touch your face and I know your pain
I touch your hand and it tells a story
I feel your...

My hand in yours, meltingly warm
Blood runs down my arm
from the thorns on your hand

...

My book is pretty full from memories of me

Though there are many empty pages three quarters of the...

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts
That’s an ugly lie
Flesh turning into...

År av tystnad förvandlade hennes ord till mummel
Det brände i hennes oanvända röst när hon skrattade...

Oh how I absolutely adore my pleasurable poetry

Truly, madly, deeply this means the world wide...

“Good mornin’ Maisie and how are you today!”

As her little tiny tot of cuteness wanders not too...

Dark, drab, diffuse nebula clouds rolled on through

Betwixt yon late November moonlit melancholy...