London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

What You've Got.

So maybe I’m a little jealous
That I wasn’t born with love in my life
That we don’t feel the way you do

Maybe I’m jealous that the warmth in your home
Is a fire in mine
While yours holds you
Mine burns and rages

Maybe I want what you’ve got
But I don’t want to take it from you
I just wish I had your fortune
And love in my home

But you whom I love so much
Who’s knows such trust
And joy
You who deserves such love and receives it
I am thankful that you do.


These Hands.

Inadequate Love. [Pt.ii]