My mind
is the cage...
Look, our children
are playing in the snow...
No one truly lives
until they have seen the stuff...
The moment
you stop visualising...
Had I the time to tell you all that I have...
we could spend a good month in genial discourse...
I know where all the time goes
though twenty years sped by in a flash...
The life of me, a tree!
I am standing proud, as a two-hundred-year-old oak...
When home is calling my name
my heart is aching for this old place...
I write like no one's reading
Like they won't see me bleeding...
I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...
Are you looking
for redemption here...
Is it wrong to love!?
If it is for the right reasons...