My effort at a tribute to one of my favorite legends revolving around Morgan Le Fay. The poem is the depiction of how I feel when I read stories of Av..
Tell me life is beautiful.It seems so ugly and I don't knowwhy they think I have it all. While I grew up nothing was what it seemed. All my dreams wer..
If I could walk away and still breath,I would take nothing but a single memory. The less I give the more I save of myself and so reluctantly I contemp..
Voices from long ago, energy summoned by spirits of old.The air vibrates from wisdom possessedby intrigue and myth that once pulsed through her lands,..
Through the trees she weaves, owning the forest world that sweeps all around her.She know's I'm there and turns to offer me a teasing glimpse,the misc..
More than once a day we pledge our mindsto newbeginnings andsecond chances.We forgive ourselves and others for wrongswe'll do again and proclain promi..
How tragic it is when a writers dreams are dismissed as nonsense. A death occurs in the mind. I find it difficult to realize that many around me think..