My kingdom is not the land

all our unborn sins,cleansing the streets we walkand the buildings we see.Rain,the falling waters of lifethat lets the earth drinkwhen it is parchedfrom the sun’s scorching rays.Rain,from showers to downpourand any coming stormwithin its watersour heritage is born.15 August 2012

never expecting anything in return.Giving out the hand friendshipto all who come their way,for that is what giving is all about.(8 August 2007)

there are very special peoplewho within a few wordscan chase your blues away.You wander for yearsthen out of the blue,that very special personcomes oninto your view.They lift your life higherthat it’s ever been beforeand you wishyou had met themearlier in your years.Touching your very soulwith that specialness,that only they possessmaking your life happyand full of…

or the north wind blows coldas long as you are at my sideI can weather any stormbecause with you I knowyour love will keep me warm.30 November 2009

and set out to ridiculethem in someway.What they never thinkis they to have a talentthat may follow a different directionthan the one they think they have.Any kind of jealousycan eat away at you,chew you up and spit you outbitter and depraved.Envy is another form of jealousy,wanting what others might have,and something you cannot attain.It too…

before the world we now know.Down the country lanes, shaded and narrow,by fields of wheat and marrow.By sunlight, by moonlight, we lazed on our way.Passed the green lands we did not stray.Years have descended on us and our pleasures there,it made a waste land of our garden fair.Air is more darker.Factories belch smoke here and…