The Cave of Her Heart

How much of the past do we care about?
The few words spoken
That cut deeper than any blade of man
To wound not only the heart
But the soul and all it encompasses
This everlasting pain
Resurfaces
Many years down the line
Even after the words have long disappeared on the wind
Yet the echo remains in the cave of her heart


I must defeat these ghosts
Rid her of the demons that keep her from smiling
Break through the fear that controls her heart
Let her confidence flow rather than her tears
Let her smile brighten the land around
And bring life once again to the cave of her heart

For many have been wounded
By the ghosts of their past
And until we learn to let go
To rise above the doubt
We will never succeed
I've fought the battle of recognition for far too long to let her do it alone
So I draw my shield to protect her
From the past
So that her smile can shine again
And last, in the cave of her heart.

Paint The World

Paint The World

Pastel colours
Dip into the paper
The fading shades of a dream portrayed

The oil paints scream loud to no avail
Expressing love and hurt and pain

The pencil, black and grey at times
Shows a colourless world with finer detail

The ink on the brush is all that's left
to complete the image inside my mind

My minds eye
My fingertips soaked from creating
My minds repertoire on display for
the world to gaze in vain.

This genius portrayed
through the honour of He
who provided the ink and the slate.

Grateful

Your peace surrounds me
Your love embraces me

The sweet caring touch of the wind that rolls by
The beauty of your words soothe my heart

Your forgiveness and mercy are always there for me

I do not deserve this
But I'm grateful...so grateful...
for the experience and for the lessons learned.

Embrace Art

I'm artistic can't deny it
The more I suppress
The less I can hide it
These colours seep right through me
While I weep
The tears of expression
Bleed into space
And the universe can hear my cry
For eternity


A king without nation
A poet without pen
Da Vinci without his hands
Is unimaginable torture to men
So without these words I find
That I'm so lost so
Misunderstood


So empty yet filled to the rim
And this art is my pen
My life is the ink from which I rely on
To soak the pages with reality and fantasy
But once in a while the truth is portrayed
Through the tear drops that bleed
Into the page
And ripple through the ink of life
To illustrate this pain and strife.

The Colours of Love

The colours of love


Love comes to us in many forms
For me they are but colours from the palette of life.


The love of friendship flows green like the grass
As we lay side by side
Or run through it bare foot with the wind in our hair
Not a worry in the world.

The love of family glows deep and blue
Like the sky above
Watching over us and protecting us
The soothing cool comfort
Of your close ones.

The love of your partner
Shines pink in the moonlight.
A sweet kind of love that makes the heart dance in your chest.
The more it dances the deeper it becomes.
Then in a moment of passion it flushes into red and embraces all the feelings of the soul that cannot be expressed by word.

The love of God, shines pure and white.
Like the clouds that float above us or the reflection of the sunlight
That shimmers across the vast ocean.
A love so bright that you cannot set your eyes upon it, but you feel its warmth, its comfort, its pureness and its wonder.


The colours of love make up our lives.
Use the palette you have to paint a world of love for yourself. Experience and embrace all the life and colour around you. Be artistic, be creative, be love.


Forever yours <3 Thank you for opening my world to so much colour.