Just Lucky I Guess

I don’t know how I would have found you,
What planets would have needed to align…

A Narrow Path

Fate hangs in azure strung long,
A narrow and harrowed path…

The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

Sancho and Ishmael

Ahab had his whale,
And La Mancha its dragons…

She Did Not Know

For when the axe-man came,
Her beauty was to blame…

Fate

Is it making me take three lefts,
When I was meant to go right…

Just Lucky I Guess

I don’t know how I would have found you,
What planets would have needed to align…

A Narrow Path

Fate hangs in azure strung long,
A narrow and harrowed path…

Moirai

Is this not the nest of fate,
Where future we speculate…

The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

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