By virtues claim I make. Never a prude in vain I say. Be glad for I too seek a seed, a seed burrows below me you see. A witty-winch numbers great, on pale note they twist their fates. Again be glad that this is not your fate.
(2014)
The days half done, but days light…
Leaves fall from a brightened sky,…
Her minds a dazzlement of true petals brilliant perfection, spirited heart oh lead me to her trails direction. Her beauty carried by this woman’s strength stands dauntless, never wilti...
Sleep well and throw a kiss my way. I will return it soon, on pain of death I swear I make. A promise I made, never to break. A kiss from you is worth it’s weight. I return it soon plea...
Her litter wait on panted breath w…
Torrent winds tear through the nig… These swan make swift their arduou…
A Christmas wish should be simple… Cast away doubt, free your hearts… A child’s wish is innocent, promis… Make it simple I implore your wis…
Sun warmed sand crushes below delicate feet stepping, while soft waves push breezes that envelope this raven-haired beauty... a careless being not bothered, seemingly amiss her smile sh...
The sandman knows when less we wak…
Too difficult for his eyes not to fall, whilst his dark haired beauty troubles not to sleep at all, his wrecked heart makes true it’s pain, from earlier he captured her Angelic refrain....
Thee cry for peace yet wrecked with hate. This feeble crowd doust fake cruel pain. His people shalt win this day, by Gods design makes true their fate. Victims of deceit by dawns early ...
Her heart calms while in sweet rep… A letter inscribed to a Violet Da… Make my heart calm again impassion… Remind me that time when we once l… Carelessly inscribed, a Violet le…
Mornings light pierces through a cracked pane, quickly envelopes her cold essence shiver. Whilst neither comforting nor consoling a flame made good its promise, as the fireplace g...
Never speak please rest your breat…
His shallow expression denotes clear indignation, unnoticed by her rosy complexion. Her eyes filled by his charms, so craftily wrought, her minds blinded by what cannot be, by this...