One of my favorite pastimes is writing. I started when I was just thirteen, writing poetry. My poems grew to songs and my songs grew into books. I write not only for enjoyment but to learn more about myself and to test my potential. The characters in my current book (not yet released) display the many sides of me as a human with vast emotions and abilities. Completed projects will be posted here for reading and some in my store for purchase.


 FRIENDS

Friends do come and friends do go

It’s when they leave that you will know

The status of the friend who cares

The friends we have are still right there

 From “The Search”

"It's in all of the wonderers, it's in all those who dare

It's the magic believing in what is not there.

It's faith in the mystery of what we don't know

And living right now, letting all the past go."
                                                                  LOVELORN

Nightshade falls over a Libra

Head facedown feeling so insignificant

“Don’t you loose yourself in the shadows”

You’re far, far too beautiful

Angel, angel, fly away

Your hopes and dreams have gone astray

You’re lovelorn


Sweet lady you’re lovelorn

You look so perfect in the light

Why dance circles in the night

Heal, god of favor, do your will

Heal, Mother Nature. Peace. Be still.


Ascend

Angel, angel, fly away

You look as though you’re too afraid   

  You’re lovelorn

Sweet lady is lovelorn

Nightshade falls over a Libra

She’ll go running back to her life in the shadows

Why, why, why dose a girl

Give up and die Emotionally, I know

Sometimes its tough letting go


 UNLESS YOU TRY

If you can write, you better write

If you can sing, you need to sing

If you play sports then I’ll support,

Be all that you can be!

You want to fly in outer space?

Then take your place above the sky

You’ll never know what you can do with life

Unless you try!

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THE LEAVES

The wind is stirring up the leaves that rustle wild beneath the trees.

They move from shadows into light then race to be the first in flight.

They have no cares just like a child. 

Perhaps they’re here to make me smile.

Cause when I listen really close Is when I heard them speak the most.

I think they’re here for something more,

Each time the leaves begin to soar.

Like beauty in its newest form – to mold our hopes when were alone.

I like to rake them up in stacks when all the air is standing.

My cannon balls will push them back when I go for a landing.

So what are leaves than parts of trees extended to the grass?

Perhaps they’re just my special way to let the good times pass.


 THE WILLOW TREE Twas this morning once becoming every hope I wished to be

Peering something twinkling homeward,Round and round the willow tree

Thrashed engravings placed within its stubborn bark, it once was read;

Physically I stand before you. 
Mentally an empty head.

Buzzing in my mind of nothing, pounding something came to be

Nothing but a scream still haunting, sent to quench my agony

Running, running round the willow, darted forward toward the tree

Touched against the bark familiar, it became the life in me

All my thoughts did join together.  In myself I found the cure.

As I stand beside by conscience, healed for life – forever pure.




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