Roses of Home

Walk with me through the wild winddown the path, overgrownto the secret garden with my heartbeatto smell the roses of home. Sing with me of Old Englandin the shadow of our homeof green valesof pale wedding veilsas we smell the roses of home. Dance with me as the sun setspleasure slides down our throatswe laughContinue reading “Roses of Home”

These Streets

I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”