When Cometh Time

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

About A Million Times

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

Stalled

I am stalled,
Like a hapless paper plane…

Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

When Cometh Time

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

About A Million Times

Carrying the scent of next,
Old flames prefaced by “ex”…

Tend Your Sails

…Where thoughts lead fears,
And fears push actions,
And actions leave marks…

Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

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