When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

Rest

I told you everything would be okay,
And we both knew that was untrue…

No More To Say

The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…

When Cometh Time

When cometh time, that I am dead,
Lookest not for my earthly grave,
To tread the mound o’er fallen head…

Rest

I told you everything would be okay,
And we both knew that was untrue…

No More To Say

The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Perception

A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author