Category Archives: Original Works

The Moonlight Bides It’s Time

 

When you call out at the midnight hour
The moonlight bides it’s time
Wait until the day in motion
Has no place as yours or mine
This moment belongs to one and all
Never shed it on this date
The creatures of the sky and Earth
Bask in this fine gift from fate
And you forever see reflections
Of the world within your eyes
Giving in to your temptations
Pure tension in disguise
You reach out for my tender kiss
And you hope it hits the spot
But in her mind, love is precious
And forever’s what it will cost

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No Need For Escape

 

 

 

It’s a day without the cold
Yet I feel there is no heat
There is something on a clear day
That makes me so incomplete
And I look outside the window
Hoping it’s just a phase
All these long surpressed thoughts and feelings
Surround me in a maze
There’s no means of navigation
No sign of a new fate
No way to know the answer
Yet no need for an escape
And then you pull up outside the window
You make your way into our house
No longer are we in danger
We’re as tender as a mouse
There’s a means of navigation
I’m in such a stronger state
And in the maze of my emotion
There’s no need for an escape

Defy Your Fear to Fly [Original Poem]

Defy Your Fear to Fly

When I look towards the mirror
I never touch the glass
I’m afraid I’ll grace reflections
Of a long and haunted past
I keep my spirit upbeat
As I forever lend my voice
Hoping that you’ll hear me
Hoping you still have a choice
And as I wait for your responses
Inside I refuse to cry
For the heights must come to matter
As we push our fears aside
And we might not stick the landing
The risk exists for me to try
The heights must come to matter
I must defy your fear to fly

 

Faint Signs [Original Poem]

FAINT SIGNS

I wasn’t missing out
On what came from within
Never turned my back on those
That kept on looking in
As I checked my pulse for signs
Of the loved lives in between
I realized everyone who noticed
Was more than what they seemed
Now I can stand in the daylight
And boldly address the night
Knowing that the souls that dare look down
Will join me in the fight
If the connections are right
The feelings will follow
And the sin of those faint signs
Will remind us we’re mortal

Don’t Leave Without A Song

 

 

Talk about all the things you take for granted
Wish them well as you move on
And who cares if the latest difference
Diminishes the sun
We see all the clearer stars
The light flickers through the dark
As hazy as our minds get
Our souls rarely stand apart
And if you say it’s all your fault
And you feel you’ve hung around too long
Remind yourself of what’s behind you
Don’t leave without a song

Not Enough In The Bowl [Original Children’s Story]

NOT ENOUGH IN THE BOWL


Sophie Harewood liked a little too much of everything.

She liked to have more toys than all of her brothers and sisters

She liked to have more toothpaste on her toothbrush when polishing her teeth for a visit to the dentist.

She liked to have more than one television in her bedroom, in case one broke down.

She liked to buy more than one comic book every Saturday.

She liked to have a lot in life.

But then came dinner time.

Oh yes, dinner time.

Her mother had prepared a speciality. Two bowls worth of prime cut chicken laced with two kinds of Sophie’s favourite sauce, with rice and bread as side orders.

Sophie tucked into the rice, and she picked away at the contents of the bowl, taking one piece of chicken, two pieces of chicken, and a third, all from each of the two bowls.

…And then she stopped.

“Whatever is the matter dear?” asked her mother

Sophie folded her arms and stared sharply at her mother

“There’s not enough in the bowl” she said

“Whatever do you mean?” asked her mother

Sophie pointed to the contents of the bowls, there were still two pieces of chicken left in each.

“Not enough in each” she said.

“But what is the problem?” asked her mother.

“I want to have a full plate, I want more of it” snapped Sophie

“But there isn’t any more chicken” her mother explained

“What?” Sophie asked.

“I used it all up for this meal” her mother revealed.

Sophie scowled and kicked the legs of the table in a fit of loud, visible anger.

“I want more” she said

“Then all you have to do is pick the bits out of the bowl” said her mother

“But there’s not enough” Sophie said.

“Yes there is, certainly enough to fill you up for the day” said her mother

“But I wanted a much fuller meal” protested Sophie

“You can get more than enough from the pieces you have left ” her mother assured her.

Sophie did not seem to understand her.

“No, there is not enough in the bowl, I won’t eat more until there is more” she said, putting her foot down

“I can’t go to the store now dear, they’re closed at this time of day” her mother explained.

“Then I shall not eat another bite” said Sophie.

“Why must you be so silly?” said her mother, taking the bowls away.

“Why must you be so lazy and not add more to my meals?” snapped Sophie angrily.

“Go to your room” said Sophie’s mother.

Sophie did so, beginning to shed a few tears.

Her mother felt bad, and asked her husband if he could borrow a DVD of his.

She waited an hour or so, waiting for things to settle, then she went upstairs and entered Sophie’s bedroom

“Here, let me put this on for you” her mother said, putting a DVD into one of her two players.

Mother and daughter sat together on the bed, watching the DVD, it was a funny little movie about people with pointy ears making weird hand gestures and saying any one who put forth a nonsensical point or argument was “highly illogical”

Sophie laughed at the pointy-eared men, but she found her mother laughed more whenever they said “highly illogical”

“Why are you laughing Mummy?” Sophie asked.

“Because our argument today was just that…highly illogical. Logic plays a part in every conversation…it allows us to make sensible points when talking to one another. You thought there was not enough in the bowl, but logically, you should have still finished everything in the bowl regardless. You would still have had enough to eat. Your brain did not process that piece of logic”

“So I am like those pointy-eared men? I’m illogical?” Sophie replied.

“No, they are the logical ones, I’m one of them, I was using logic” said her mother

“Your ears aren’t as sharp as theirs” said Sophie.

Her mother laughed.

“What is it?” Sophie asked

“You just made a very logical observation” said her mother

Sophie smiled, “I am one of them then”

Mother and daughter held each other tight and continued watching the movie.

Later, as her mother put young Sophie to bed, making sure to give her more teddy bears to sleep with than her younger brothers and sisters in their own rooms, Sophie rose up from her bed and asked her mother a question

“When you make your special chicken next time…could you leave more in the bowl…is that…logical?”

Sophie’s mother did not have the stamina to argue logic with her daughter at this time of night.

“The only logical thing you need to know is my love for you is more than enough”