French Island

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surrounded in the francais
school boys like I, chase through stone corridors in jest
pass tank topped bread makers and
rum runners filling dark sacks
who was I to speak to the going-ons of this foreign land
take me instead to the countryside
in a hour less a half
share with me tales
let me sip wine
and pretend that I am a man





Can I Ash You A Favour?

This is me having that thought.

Hey all,

I hope everyone’s having a good week, we’ve made it to Hump Day at least. So, I was out running the other day and as you can see from above, it was a pretty nice day. Good thinking weather with the sun shining and downtown buzzing with activity. Along the way, I stopped for a look-around and just before I turned for home, a thought popped up in my head. Something I would love to have your help with. For the last few years, I have been entering my poems into a national poetry contest and I am on the verge of submitting again for 2019. Some of you know that I have my anxieties when it comes to hitting publish on my poetry work, but I’ve learned to post anyway. One of the main reasons for this is because of you fine people, my awesome followers. Your follows, likes, and wonderful comments over the years have given me so much confidence in my writing. In this case, my poetry. You’re a huge part in the evolution of my poem writing and in saying that, it brings me to my special favour.

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I’ll Just Be Here…

Tell me to turn and walk away
I’ll just try harder than I did today
Tell me to move on and completely forget
I’ll just think about you more every chance I get
Tell me you hate me and you no longer care
I’ll just know you’re still hurting and need more time to repair
Tell me I’ve banished from your broken little heart
I’ll just be here with the pieces until the day, we’re no longer apart

Unmark My Grave

night dark halloween horror

I don’t want a broken heart any more
take this blood that flows my veins
the air that fills my lungs
the laughter that made a smile
a soul that was never mine
life that I never asked for
God damn strike me down
Take me back
bury my existence
in an unmarked grave

Salty Secret

blue ocean rain rain drops

Where were the tears that day?
Our loss must have voided my heart.
Each time I taunted with emotion,
my soul would squeeze even tighter.
Then, past a wet wind’s gale.
I saw your empty face.
It was the key that finally broke me.
So…I ran to the salty sea.
Broke free from this ransom.

Until my sorrows let.
Forever with the ocean my secret.