The Product

columbine tear

Tears incubate life –

Once released from oyster shells,

Pain produces pearls

The Pearl

the pearl2

Enter the worm –

parasitic biting beast,

ravenous for fleshy feast,

wants your soul which, once deceased,

sates its hellish greed.

Feel it squirm –

victim senses dark intent,

groans in grievous sore lament,

acts with speed to circumvent

worm’s attempt to feed.

Stand up tall –

fight invaders of your soul,

                                                  life needs hearts whose flesh stays whole,

don’t relinquish full control;

pain is but a birth.

It’s your call –

you could choose to let them bite,

or you could use your darkest night

to forge a pearl of brilliant white,

outcome of true worth.

Your Love Strings Gems


Your love strings gems,

perfectly petalled pearls

to compliment my

throat. Its necklace

encircles the hollows

where my pulse keeps

time to the breath

which was Your first good gift.

My value increases,

thus dressed – for,

draped with Your signature,

I become who I was

designed to be, on

Jeweller’s best letterhead.

Your love christens me


rosebud ravishing;

my spirit thirsts for

more of this untamed

and magnificent Lover,

whose extravagance

strings gems.