Reflection

I've always believed
what is meant to be, will be
it's all down to fate?

where...

If I'm truly honest with myself
I would admit
my late twenties were terribly lonely

...

My tears are just salty water
once released, emotions freed
my heart doesn’t...

In the black of night
there was no moon
nor were their stars
just the dead of...

As I walk along this road of life
I often think about who I am?
reminiscing of all...

Never had I witnessed with my own eyes
real live war until now
a forty-inch flat...

I read with fear

yet I vision such deep beauty

a contrast...

When I was child I was a dreamer
and on deep reflection that be true even today

...

As I sail upon my very own vessel
on this, the vicious tempestuous
boundless ocean...

Looking back then
now ..
Upon what might
well
once have been ..
Is not...

My devine soul,
The conquerer of angels, demons and every mortal in between,
The puppet...

There is a black sheep
in the green field
behind where I’m sitting ..
Yet in certain...

Somewhere,
mid the seemingly
awkward flow
of all these
tumbling words .....

I don’t want to be a cliché
or dance
with shadow children on
distant balconies .....

Everything
has an opposite
no matter
what or where ..
Mirrors
know the...

abyss of me
raptured plains of discovery
shadows of pain
graditude of rain
...

Clare doesn’t seem to be sad
she doesn't seem to be happy either
she doesn’t smile
...