Born to create, live to love.

Bel’dda had a fondness for clay. She liked the way it moulded well in her hands. She sat and toyed with a blob of it until she had fashioned a small mythical creature that would eventually end up in someone’s home sitting on a mantle piece. Her nature was to provide those who appreciated her art with these simple little gifts. Giving was always a delight and she enjoyed watching her friends faces light up in appreciation. Her work was well known. She received many commissions to make her clay...

Griff was stiff. He sat silently on the corner of the roof of an ancient stone church situated on a hill overlooking the little town of Martynvale. The grey granite walls, weathered by time, still bore the stonemasons hammer marks. Little clumps of moss grew in damp places on the grey slate roof. Though not a large church, its design reflected the old way, traditionally facing east west. From a birds’ point of view, the shape of a cross was clearly visible. The stained glass windows sparkled ...

I’ve noticed… All the little mood swings When a cat has crossed your path You really are predictable It almost makes me laugh It takes a couple of weeks For you to work it through To get back in control And not create a stew They lurk in places I don’t go A chance meeting now and then What comes of it, I don’t know The temptation to all men I wonder in my heart of hearts If it’s reverse psychology When a cat has waggled its little arse You accuse me of infidelity There’s always a pattern to t...

Mans gotta have his freedom Was that days cool remark Yet what’s the cost in terms of love When carousing in the dark When love is left at home to think Of all the vixens on the drink How long’s it take before a fall To ruin life for one and all Now, not that there are ties or ropes On soul or body, I’m no dope But staying out all night alone Makes me wonder, stir and groan Mans gotta have his freedom The plaintiffs verdant plea To get away from you And you away from me Now I’ve witnessed men...

Distant lie these lands unseen The near, the far, the in-between Worlds of wonder, lands of dreams This place is never what it seems I chose a path with chequered squares And lived a life of scrapes and dares I gave the west wind all my cares Investing dreams in stocks and shares The parson advised with nose a twitch Shackles of money wont make you rich Lets see how you cope with the seven year itch Then dissolved into laughter and gave himself stitch A dappled pony crossed my path Then came ...

Ever heard of the subtle underminer One who chips away at the psyche and puts you down Nothing you ever do is right You lose your identity and feel like a useless clown There are dogs and wolves around every corner Every life situation becomes a great trap They subtly dominate your life till you forget who you are You’re bound to your chair by an emotional strap The subtle underminer will taunt and threaten To keep you under their thumb But when it comes to their day they are free as a bird L...

In deep dark and distant glades Where earthlings do not see A wise old sage with hearts and spades Leans recklessly ‘gainst a tree He’s old and bent with gnarled old knees And a beard he keeps tied in a knot Now if you see that the knot was not It would tickle his nose till he sneezed! A way down the track, just a little further on Is a village tucked away and quite safe Pixel lives there with his mates and his crones And the love of his life is a wraith She sparkles and shimmers, glides and ...

Do you ever wonder what went awry? In the lives of those who constantly say “Ah but?” Have you ever considered the depth of conditioning When nothing is ever right, or why? Try a compliment or two, and see what I mean. They live in fear, is what I say Scared of the simple light of day Can’t put a foot forward out of the door The ‘Ah But’ people are nailed to the floor The other catch phrase they seem to use Is the second curse “What If” It seems to me life scares them stiff There are pitfalls...