Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good...
I have been informed that one of my posts has been sabotaged, therefore I have had to delete it. Hearing this news upset me, as it made me realise that, it does not really matter who you are, big or small in this world, evil is just pure evil and people will go to any lengths to discredit you or abuse your platform. I am unsure who this said person
Traces of me lay bare,
Empirical nuances – filter through.
You rarely notice, it's cruel.
You've grown immune to my needs,
Watching as destruction plants it's seed.
Warmth has gone,
I should have known all along.
Love has wilted from your face,
I stand alone in the halls of our embrace.
There was a time, there was a place.
But now, I fall from
Our very first daily inspiration is a photograph captured and edited by Shannon Rogers, please follow the link below titled 'The Orb' and be inspired.
The Orb by Shannon Rogers
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Dearest readers, the schedule is tweaked for my convenience (timewise) and is in keeping with daily/monthly prompts/challenges I have started up on Opuss. If you fancy taking part in the Opuss challenges, or just want to be inspired, join me there or write your pieces and link your posts back to me me so I can pop by and have a read.
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I'm coming, he said
But he never did.
I promise, he said
But his promise fibbed.
I'll hold you, he said
But his arms didn't reach.
I'll protect you, he said
But his strength breached.
I'll love you, he said
But his heart wasn't hers.
I'll wed you, he said
But his ring she didn't win.
I'll cure you, he said
But that she didn't need.
I'll jail you, he said
But she didn't
Can you hear that?
That silence which pierces through your gut.
Can you feel how it curls into your heart with a callous tap?
Do you tread on that tightrope?
The one which stretches from within
-a space between yourself and my soul, thin.
Can you hear that crawling thought?
It edges slowly when one's distraught.
A silent tennis match on court
My turn to bat since you're
It feels like another eternity has flown past since I last wrote a blog post. The passing times have been difficult, the road to recovery, testing, challenging and perplexing at times. A constant battle in my mind between self-doubt and belief that I can beat this, I believe I will, it will just take time and patience -something, you, my lovely readers have in