Love is the lie that keeps us alive,

All things living need it to survive.

A flower nestled in the crevice of slate;

Needs the interest of the bee to find a mate.

A defenceless fawn hiding in grass;

Nurtured by a mother, her own needs surpass.

But in the depths of beauty intertwined,

The fascade of tangled lives undermined;

For at the heart of every act of love,

Is the selfish need to be thou...

The world once green

Now sits in grey

life once found

In rich soil of clay

No longer squirms

From my trowel or spade

What will become of

The world we’ve made

Seeds in the ground

But will they grow

The ache of the thought

I’ve not seen snow

Not like it was

When I was young

Our slow decline

has begun

No solice in the shoots that show

Growing from the dust below

Once the flowers b...

I wish I could go back in time

And tell myself so many things

The one thing that I need to hear is

You’ve come back, but I no longer need you...

In far off lands beneath the sun

Mountains rise and rivers run.

What flowers must bloom in spring,

Exotic birds with songs to sing.

Songs that I will never hear,

I will not see another year.

Thinking of lands I never went

Sitting here, but never present.

Atop the shadow sets the sun.

I have nowhere left to run.

Looking to the stars, yearning for more,

I never thought to look down at the f...

The waters know

What it means to battered to and fro

Yet the pain it holds is rarely on show.

The surface could be steady and still

While deep dark depths swell with skill

Its siren song ready to kill.

You are not even safe stood on the sand

Feet slowly sink with each ocean demand

Even land cannot make a final stand.

Yet something innate calls to the depths

Eerily soothing, you take t...

We are one page in the book of life

Every character has shared our strife.

We are so smart, some will say

Only clever creatures live this way,

With barren lands of tired soil

Where fires burn and oceans boil.

We think our words and language rare,

How unique to mark paper with care;

As Beetles burrow and carve up trees

**Moths make lines within the leave...

Between the clicks of the second hand

Is an infinity we can never understand

The colours of green, amber and teal

None of which are actually real.

If our minds showed what was there

It would be more than we could bare.

To see flowers, and green leaves on a tree

All the wonder and natural beauty

Such a graceful lie to be told

To conjur these images we behold

When what they are, now we know...

Wooden wheels on stone ring loud

As soon they stop they’ll draw a crowd

For not all carts share that tone

The clink of glass is one alone

Once merry men now withered folk

Their voices hoarse, no words are spoke

They know their answers are soon here

A touch of death no more to fear

No one seems to find it strange

That liquid in the glass will change

The man who drives seems to know

How to...

Teeth that gnaw but never bite

Deep down dark, away from light

Cries it hears but never calls

No run nor walk, but rather crawls

The land it knew has now gone

It used to love the sun that shone

Now the smoke and towers rise

Poison fills the soil and skies

He tries to hide but does not know

Named or not, he will go

hope is gone, his fate resigned

He is the last one of his kind....

The darkness is a friend of mine

Unravaged by the hands of time.

Hes all around, he never leaves

I hear him whisper through the trees.

One morn I woke to a dark so bright,

A change that for so long, had been slight

Made me see what I could not see

Being blind made me feel free.

But my friend would not let me stray,

The darkness kept the light at bay.

I almost began to feel the fear

That ...