With oaken roots, an English rose did grow
from natures womb a noble tree was born...

I am
baffled by addiction...

Fragments of disappointment,
from cracked shells...

Collaborations all welcome.....
A secret castle lies deep in a shire...

..she had no knowledge, as
he swept her off course...

Life has ups and downs
just like a roller coaster...

When she came
he came...

Nurtured and grown, from a maternal earth
An English rose had sprung, in full array...

As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...

I gather kindling of compulsion
shavings of cravings...

..where shadows of the moon,
shimmer in the breeze. The lake...

Amber gently drizzles
Upon...