Posted in poetry


he was to be
mon cle…

a puzzle he
solid as a puzzle tree
made mon mind a little crazy

like a silly monkey
in love…

hazy lazy dream times
yet, solid as oak
who liked a joke
from time to time
strangers in paradise
on dreamy sunset shores

score & scores of
vagabonds & whores
followed him
he didn’t see me
not in reality
outside the illusion
of cyber space
trying to keep pace

i fell in love with him too
wouldn’t you?
a beautiful guru

ma clé… ma clé…
ma clé, mon doux ami
Je veux être votre amant

a never to be
love affair
& key to me…
to my soul
which i gladly gave him.


I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy, and as a fundamental tool for understanding, and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, photography, movies, painting, dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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