Dive into the abyss with me … in “From Within the Marble Madhouse”, a poem that peels back the curtain on a world gone haywire. Where those in power are lost in a labyrinth of their own making, oblivious to the chaos outside their guilded bubble. A haunting reflection on the dissonance between the haves and the have-nots, and the madness that ensues when reality is lost in translation.
Two poems chosen randomly from my first two books Hope you enjoy these .
Two poems chosen randomly this evening. ‘Inside My Brain’ and ‘My Pillow Has Eyelids’. Both these poems are are from my first two books of poetry and the second poem is the direct result of my struggle with insomnia.
Six poems randomly selected from my first two books of poetry: Episode 112 - The New Day/ Where We Walked Before/ My Shadow/ I Am Anxious/ My Undying Love/ A Short Little Death … enjoy
Two poems from my book, “A Pilgrimage to My Soul”. The first entitled, “Comfort” and the second, “My Heart is Home”. I hope you enjoy them.
An artistic soul with the eye of a poet called to capture the beauty of the ocean and sky and the incredible winged harbingers that flutter between reality and the mystical realm of angels.
Sometimes magical things can happen when beautiful photographs are shared between two souls.
Patty Hearst, granddaughter of the publishing magnate William Randolph Hearst, was kidnapped in 1974 and after being found alive, a year and a half later, ended up being sentenced to thirty-five years in prison for bank robbery. Her suitcase found in an old Greyhound bus station fifty years later unearthed this poem.
Death will come and visit all of us at some point in our lives. He will come and take us from the land of the living … it’s what he does. But don’t fear him, for he comes as a friend and he will take some time getting to know you and making you comfortable before he tucks you in for your eternal sleep.
Sometimes you need to escape from the world and all it’s craziness and head into the kitchen and make some banana bread to soothe your soul.
Two poems in tonight’s episode. “The Nun” & “The Nun (Part2)”. The Nun in silent reverence stands apart from the earth bound beings around her. With a whispered prayer and a beating heart she trades earthly ties for skies above. A life of devotion and a testament to boundless love.
For my sister Catherine, a kindred spirit and guiding light. Together we weathered life’s storms, and in each other, found solace. Your unwavering faith in me, your love for my art and words, will forever be your legacy in my heart. Your courage, my solace, your laughter, my joy. Your memory, my bittersweet solace. Forever missed, forever cherished.
A beautiful kiss of eternity has brought joy to the vampire who fulfills the eternal dream of the undreamed.
A poem from my vampire poetry series entitled, “The Gift of Immortality.” When the vampire has found his true love, he takes her life to sustain his own and drinks her blood lovingly and gently. His final gift to her is immortality where they will finally be together forever.
A poem from my vampire poem series entitled, ’My Life’s Blood’.
A timeless true love of eternity between two vampires living centuries together with only a deep love for one another forever and always… always and forever.
The vampire who has accepted his eternal life with his true love and abhors the mortals and their mundane and souls he must feed on.
The Vampire enjoys his eternal life and everlasting youth by indulging in the centuries old tradition of drinking the blood of the living. The beauty of immortality is a feast for his eyes and music to his soul.
Two poems written about a beautiful deep connection between souls.
In the vast expanse of the world, I have always found myself a stranger, feeling unanchored, and adrift. Without the warm closeness of friendships, or the ties of family, or the touch of my soulmate, i’ve often felt like a ghost hovering at the periphery of life. It’s as if I’ve been searching for a place to belong since the day I was born, but the doors have remained closed and the paths I’ve walked have led me further into the shadows the silence for me is deafening and the emptiness echos with the whispers of a question of long asked myself… Where do I fit in? Is the world really my home?