If something is great and good for you, do not try and pick it apart to unravel its mystery.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

There are many good hospitals and nursing homes, and there are many bad hospitals and nursing homes. I shall leave it at that.

Damn love and all of the damn feelings that come with it….

The character’s true power comes to light just when it is needed most. In her time to shine she saves the life of her best friend, despite the otherwise successful attempt at suicide. A story of pain, loss, love, self discovery and the true magick of metaphysics.

Poetry of a self-defeatist consumed by body dysmorphic disorder.

A desperate search for answers.

Desperate to receive revelations from the storehouse of heaven, God is longing for me to ask from a heart, hungry for more.

I work for a bank and see many a disheartening letter from poor people hit by the credit crunch.

A different kind of poem. Slightly dark.

One poem in a collection of many.