• Poetry

    Creating Magick

    Creating Magick with the stroke of a pen,light the candle and let’s begin. Words flowing from a soul of fire,energy focused with creative desire. Filling these pages with honest intention,Allowing my spirit to…

  • Poetry

    His Last Victim

    This poem was created to be spoken. You will find the spoken version on video below the poem. It is a very personal poem to me as it reflects true events in my…

  • Poetry

    Lil Dreamers

    Tip toe, Tip toe Down the stairs we go, silently without a sound, cause no one’s supposed to know. Lil sissy, take my hand and we’ll go past the tree, take a glimpse…

  • Poetry

    Returning Sun(Yule)

    The dark is coming but do not fearFor you have been preparing through the yearWe must journey within the longest nightTo experience again the sun’s warm lightThe birthing of light through darkness of…

  • Poetry

    Dream Walking

    I am here within this ancient old tree,and there’s a secret passage that’s just for me.A spiral star that leads down, down, downLeading me deep into the ground.The cavern of my soul, lit…

  • Poetry

    Christmas Pine

    Oh what a sight it is to behold- A sleeping earth in it’s snowy fold, Awaiting for the Sun, just like we- seeking wisdom from an old pine tree. Snowflakes fall, each one…

  • Poetry

    Dream With Me

    This is the land that fills my dreams, beautiful lakes and sparkling streams. Silent whispers upon a gentle breeze, caressing my skin, my soul’s at ease. Deep passionate kisses – soft like rose…

  • Poetry

    Spark

    Daring to dream beyond a hope a spark shall turn into flame and within the whispers of silent night desire runs untamed. A gentle kiss upon the softest lips a connection within the…

  • Poetry

    Stolen Memory

    I think about you often, my skin craves your touch. My mind often wonders, if you think of me as much. You slip into my life, like a thief in the night, leaving…

  • Poetry

    Hallows Eve

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light*, for it’s Hallow’s Eve, the time of fright. The moon is full and the leaves have fallen, upon the wind, ancient voices are calling. For…