These have proved one of the most popular collections I have, and will be added to very soon! Click on the books below for your copies, and I hope you enjoy the samples further down the page.
Conversations With The Heart
What makes a Poet?
According to a psychologist friend of mine, they are, in her words, manically expressive masochists. They each have the overwhelming urge to share their words regardless of the cost to themselves. She cited the examples in history; the troubled souls who have given us such poignant offerings while suffering in hardship for their art. We were discussing this after I wrote a piece in response to a prompt, and she picked up instantly on the imagery I had used.
Within a chest tired heart it beats
Each scar constricting flow
Carved willingly, to find the words
That make the quill with passion glow
Attached to soul, it knows no bounds
It giveth all the feelings hold
Sharing tears, soft smiles and sighs
Baring truth ’til love runs cold
Tread softly now, all ye with need
The poet will with word inspire
To give you prose to claim as own
While deep within builds lonely fire.
Why, she asked, do you say that there is a cost you must pay in creating such poems? And why, knowing that it is there, do you still do it?
My response was simple; because I can, and at times I must.
I can still picture the quizzical look tinged with sympathy that produced, and her smiled “Then you are bloody certifiable!”
There wasn’t really a lot I could say to that.
I hope you enjoy this collection, and find some words to call your own.
The first section I will call “Inspirational”. These are pieces that have come from prompts that have a motivational feel, or are simply designed to make you realize there should be NO giving up on your dreams regardless of the cost.
This first was from #AsymLife, and their prompt was: Against The Pain.
In darkest hour, when all seems lost
And mind seeks flight against the pain
Reach out for Me, I’ll bear the load
Think not that tears increase the cost
Breathe deep, My love, for I am here
My hand waits yours, as always strong
Let Me hold, keep safe tired heart
To soothe away that crippling fear
Take courage from the calming words
I’ll whisper close throughout the night
In softest verse your faith renewed
Together now to face this fight.
The next came from a conversation between two characters in a film. She asked him what would he be prepared to do for her, at any cost, for them to be together. He stumbled over his words, and she picked up on his hesitation.
I wanted to shout at the screen for him to tell her…
So I went and wrote him a few lines.
Anything For Love
To walk that mile
On broken glass
To split that vein
My life to pass
To fight the dark
Your demons slay
To hold you close
On saddest day
To build a world
That brings your peace
Keep safe and sound
Til terrors cease
All this I pledge
To gods above
They’ll not deny Me
Anything, for love.
Musings Of A Darker Mind
Talk Softly And Carry A Deviant Mind
Whenever the subject of “Alternative sexual practices” is raised in the public forum there are those who immediately think it is ALL about whips, chains and kinky clothing. While I will admit that SOME of those things can be a great deal of fun, I would put forward that most miss out on THE most important thing of all. That, my dear reader, is the mind. Often overlooked as the largest sexual organ in the body, it is the key to understanding and relating to the poetry and prose in this book. Without the minds of all parties being in the same place, having the same desires, then nothing of worth can be achieved. As in all things, there are followers and there are leaders. It is the willingness of the followers to allow others to lead that opens up the whole realm of raw passion and desire that drives them to a different place. It is the imagination and darkness in the leaders that allows the followers to experience those moments they have either wondered about or ached for. It is a symbiosis of need, played out against a backdrop of pleasure.
“Come to the edge” he said
“I can’t” she said “I am frightened I will fall”
“Come to the edge” he said “I will keep you safe”
So she stepped up to the edge.
He held her softly, before pushing her over.
She didn’t fall. She flew.
He knew she would.
We will start gently, so that you have an inkling of what you will find in here.
This first piece is from a prompt by #orjay: “Conquering The Dark”
I subtitled it “Accepting your role”.
When it takes hold, it’s there for keeps
Becomes a part of all you are
There may be times you pull away
But you will never, ever, get too far
A voice inside may whisper low
To conquer darkness is your right
Head for the light, there’s safety there
Turn from these creatures of the night
A hopeless task, My shadow girl
Your die is cast in steel
The call to pleasure claims you now
Relax, come close, I’ll make you feel.
So how, I hear you ask, will you know if they have a mind that is inclined towards those darker thoughts? You have to look closely, and ignore what you see on the surface.
This is from a #MadVerse prompt: “Tangled Shadows”
Who would have guessed in girl so pure
That darkness swirled deep in her mind
The tangled shadows claimed her thoughts
To tempt her with desires unkind
On surface such an innocent seemed
Beloved by all who shared her soul
Yet there, beneath her skin so fair
Lurked demons who would eat her whole
So don’t be fooled by beauty’s grace
Look deeper, see what lies within
They may be all that you desire
But have a heart made black with sin
For you, My readers.
How would we poets be inspired
If naught exist to break the heart?
If paths of love so smoothly flowed
And nothing caused sad souls to part?
Its journey through from birth to death
The aches endured, the joys embraced
Feed the quills of eager Scribes
To tell of turmoil often faced
So I, for one, give thanks to gods
That human heart endures so deep
Without its strength I’d have no tales
For me to spin, and you to keep.
Thank you x
To long for something or someone can be almost crippling in its intensity. Every waking hour it sits at the back of your mind haunting you, and, though you may not acknowledge it, it will start to cloud your judgment.
This first piece was inspired by the Sam Smith song “Risk It All”, which, upon first hearing it, stayed with me for several days.
I know at some point I will.
You are everything I know I shouldn’t have
I know there is a chance it will shatter and break
Always as vulnerable as a candle in the wind
Yet I have to try, if only for My soul’s sake
Call me foolish, call Me reckless, doubt Me again
Here I am, all I have, I will wait for you
Your smile is carved upon this weary heart
To hear you whisper My name will make it true
I have scorned so many temptations
Taken what was needed, then walked away
Cast feelings aside, cruel in My intent
All in the hope that there will be that day
I have to risk it all, there is no longer choice
I am damned already, it won’t matter if I fail
For one moment, one touch, upon your cheek
Hear Me girl, listen close, I WILL prevail.
That longing can be multiplied tenfold if you know the object of your desire is watching and waiting too. Feeling their eyes on you makes the yearn build, increases resolve, but doesn’t help you sleep at night.
I feel their touch, their warm embrace
Glistening soft as they see me
An instant melt inside my heart
As feelings shared with one like me
Do I deserve to hold their gaze
Can they see the man inside?
Will the darkness swirling deep
Be seen as is, or shall it hide?
Within your eyes, for moments brief
I find the peace of love unknown
I’ll take each time, and hold it close
A gift so rarely has been shown