Michael follows his addiction into madness regarding aliens amid family life.

"The psyche is a world in which the ego is contained; perhaps there are fishes who think that they contain the sea." – Carl Jung.

We all dream a little bit. Some of us more than others. Some people are said to dream to much. They have Delusions of grandeur.

Wickedness sits seemingly long in the tooth, but all comes to an end in due time.

A short poem about delusion.

A short poem about the dead being silent.

When a Mother of four children choses her own delusions over the love and affection of the children.

Relationships between government versus people and people versus people. A lot of unhappiness and taking advantage of each other in our world today.

Regrets in a life’s choice by a mother.

This one I wanted to capture being dead, but although you are free from life, you don’t want to move on however bad things were in your life, you still cling to familiarity and fear change and what is beyond and wait in the hope that you will be given another chance.

Reflections on love found but not kept.