Soul

the sky is a metaphorical roof,
does not fall...
the earth is a programed dancer,...

He stood there looking out of the window, lonely
Wondering when they would come.
He had been...

Laidback under your ground
counting blossoms in eaten sound
While oceans washed
away...

Beneath earth is the abyss
A mythical place of strange beings
Knocking at the door, said the...

What is the Soul, have you ever thought?
Or is it a mystery in which you are caught?
We all...

Stalker

In the middle of the night
When the dead come knocking
No ones around to hear...

The motto of the afternoon
Is daylight through the wind
Where others who need to absolve...

Something I wrote as a result of when my gran passed away a few years ago. She was a very sociable, strong...

Depiction of an inscription of description for foresight in insight is plight of conviction all but a...

Five years and three months ago, I lost a portion of my Soul;
When my dearest Soulmate Nico, had to...

Hi poet
Thy manner? That's nice
A poet goes to his words
Creative is what he loves...

A bed of satin to rest awhile,
Eulogistic words on lips beguile
Pungent sweet stench of...

In the middle of time is nowhere,
In that realm, I stagnate there.
Rest-stop aside deserted...

There exists a garden in the soul
A paradisiacal water's edge, is that place
Wherein, all...

I spied a dimpled star, in the heavens
As though a bejeweled telescope spoke to me
Of the...

Perhaps in these times we
Realise how little material things are worth
(So why wory too much...