I see that depraved preacher man
Spewing at me variations of hate
For knowing variations of love,
In the shallowness of skin deep I have learned self-love.
I have found beauty in my body
Where I once could only envision the brokenness
A gaping hole where my heart was.
For so many years I had to reject what I felt
Kept pulling chunks of...
Sunday 5th November 2017 5:21 am
When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundle...
Monday 11th April 2016 9:39 pm