Three poems randomly chosen from my second book of poetry, “A Pilgrimage To My Soul “. Shrouds of Mystery / Days Gone By / Wandering the World

A poem entitled, ‘Feeling No Pain’ about the world‘s madness, and the absurdity of life and how I sometimes question whether I am sane or insane in an insane world.

One poem this episode entitled, ‘My Art Is A Journey’.

Having lived the life of an artist for six decades in the world of creativity throughout my life, this poem is about observations, expectations, and declarations of my fierce commitment to my art and my life as a creative human being.

Just one poem this episode entitled, ‘Time’s Silent Clock’. It seems that the older we get the faster time goes by … this poem addresses how the passage of time seems to speed up when you’ve got more years behind you than ahead of you. Enjoy every moment.

Two poems from my second book of poetry, ‘A Pilgrimage to my Soul’. Secrets of my Heart / Love

One poem read in this episode, ‘Eternal Rest’ .

A poem about reflection, isolation and ending one’s life. I lost a number of friends in high school to suicide and have known a few who have gone down the same path during my adulthood. I too have stood by the abyss and considered it, but never followed through. Life can be so hard to navigate. There are people out there who care, so reach out if you’re feeling it’s all becoming too much. Text 988 to contact the crisis hotline. Remember all things must pass.

Two selected poems from my second book of poetry, entitled, ‘A Pilgrimage To My Soul’.

My Dreams Embrace Me / My Very Last Day

A poem entitled ‘A Fate That Awaits Us All’ … I wrote after reading a Mark Twain quote… “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”

The fear of death is everyone’s inescapable reality. Perhaps we all need to simply live life fully.

Humans beings often create mental illusions, or narratives, about reality to cope with life's complexities, manage emotions, and navigate human interactions. While these illusions can provide some comfort, they can also lead to misunderstandings and deep suffering if these illusions become disconnected from reality. Buy the illusions are a way of dealing with our fear … humans are a funny species indeed… as my poem tries to shed light on our illusions … ‘The Illusions We Cling To’

A poem written in the style of automatic writing. Automatic writing is defined as writing without conscious thought or by means of spontaneous, free association. I did not title this poem, but if I were to, I would entitle it. My favourite pen is out of ink… Hope you enjoy it.