Identification
I identify with the damaged and bruised I’ve not got time for petty squabbles or inflated egos I identify with lost souls and those in...
City Sunshine
City sunshine on the beach Avoiding the rays awkwardly walks Through the cobbles of gold Averting the gaze from the ugly reality Of the...
Bright Red Flower
A bright red flower With petals so bright You only have to look at her To know everything will be alright Standing tall and proud...
The Voice
The Voice Voices of hatred, voices of dread Voices that mock you inside your head Ones that derail all the good work you do Voices that...
A Tale of Two Britain's
A Tale of Two Britain’s. Britain for me is a tale of two entities you see On one hand green leafy villages And on the other, the nitty...