The sound of the seagulls,
Once alien to me,
When washed ashore on this island,
Across the deep blue sea,

Every face a stranger,
And in a foreign land,
Far away from what I knew then,
Afraid of what was planned,

The winds of change still blow,
Take me like a feather,
As I float along on their breeze,
Through storms that I weather,

The tides have been and gone,
Washed away footprints in the sand,
Found peace in the unknown,
As I held my own hand,

someone has got it in for me...
she imagines I've done her wrong
stepping on her yellow tawny tail
makes her erupt in feline song.

She judges me most unfairly
her cat scratch deeply in my back.
She is looking to shoot me down
my name comes up, she paints it black.

People are starting to notice
her fixated, glazed over stare.
focused on her point of loathing,
stripping it down to the bone, bare.

today we say our last goodbye
forever in our hearts
forever in our mind
it's hard to grasp it's hard to find
another like your kind
your words soothes like freshness
beyond the skies where our borders cross
my eyes filled with tears
a memory of laughter
so soon you left this world
free from torture free from pain
staying any longer what will be the gain
losing you left a painful stain
today we say our last goodbye
filled with grief so much sorrow
i won't see your face

so what if i did?
what would you do, what did you do?
you watched me self destruct, cave in from the bottom, vanish.
i've been blamed for being a coward, but believe me, i was banished.

with every step, a growing rift tears between.
a quiet space, infinitely small. a solitary shore.
in silent whispers and loud glares, love becomes unseen.
your eyes revert to how they were before they met mine.
as echoes fade, our voices fall with the sun and speak no more.

In the orchard of choices, where branches extend,
Each apple a decision, a path without end.
Some gleam like the morning, tempting and bright,
While others hang heavy, shrouded in night.

With fingers outstretched, I wander the rows,
Sifting through options, where uncertainty grows.
A crisp red allure, promising sweet taste,
Yet caution whispers, “Don’t rush; don’t waste.”

Slinking down the alley at midnight
eddy styx drew his cloak up tight,
His head held down, no disgrace
to rightly hide his face.
His standing in crime
on streets of grime
connoisseur
it's sure
Death!

I bathe in the glory of your gold
Relish your kisses in the early morning air
I wrap my heart in crimson blankets you unfold

Embrace the silence in the evening cold
Adorn a fire if, the chill, too much to bear
I bathe in the glory of your gold

Your night holds stars, burned and faintly old
While a frost may fall, I am not aware
I wrap my heart in crimson blankets you unfold

Though poems, recited, and epic stories told
Few words proclaim what my soul shall declare
I bathe in the glory of your gold

Go to war,
With needle and thread,
Embroider your wounds,
In colours of crimson and red.

Let the scissors and thimble,
Be your weapons of choice,
As you weave tales of triumph,
With every delicate poise.

The mop and the broom,
Shall be your battle gear,
As you sweep away troubles,
And vanquish every fear.

With cutting and grating,
You shall slice through the fray,
And with each knot you tie,
You’ll pave a new way.

Go to war,
With needle and thread,
Embroider your wounds,
In colours of crimson and red.

Let the scissors and thimble,
Be your weapons of choice,
As you weave tales of triumph,
With every delicate poise.

The mop and the broom,
Shall be your battle gear,
As you sweep away troubles,
And vanquish every fear.

With cutting and grating,
You shall slice through the fray,
And with each knot you tie,
You’ll pave a new way.

On my knees
On the bathrooms floor
Hollow skreems
Never ending pain

On my knees
Begging to be heard
All the sorrow
Never ending fight

On my knees
before Him
Vulnerable
Giving my all

On my knees
With all that is keeping me down
But on my knees
And Jesus sits here too

I feel His presence
I feel His love
It invelop me
It overwhelms me

Vulnerable
And now I see
That it's only Him
With me