I am of Irish decent. Raised around music my entire life. But poetry has called since I was very young. Didn't always understand the depth of the words, but would cry when I would hear it. As I became older my mother started telling me about my great grandfather and my great uncle. My uncle always spoke the kings English. Was quite the philosopher, and carried a book of poetry with him at all times. This book is now in a museum. But this started to help me recognize my desire. Although very new at this. As far as text and layout, I have been writing privately for years. My muse is with me constantly, I imagine it to be my great uncle. |
She took me at a time I needed, she loved me, she...
She took me at a time I needed, she loved me, she...
I don't want light through my window, morning just...
Please don't check on me, just leave me alone...
Wished I'd said the right things
Wished I'd realized what you meant to me...
Naked beauty this tree stands.
Holding against the winds so cold...
Love is not a feeling. It is an existing energy...
She so many times a woman |
The most beautiful thing about the heart |
If wings I had, air would be my home. |