To be or not to be?

Impossible to re-create

once life is blown out.

Death I find intolerable

I scream louder than shout.

Grief has struck

the reaper left

his grimness  shall remain.

I’m trying to make sense of it

yet reasoning seems insane.



I barter with denial.



thus leaving you in style.




no smile.



does that seem like me?



we start to agree.


MedusaMoon 2014

My Mistress…

My mistress has a

voice so sweet

melodic to melancholy

but it can change

anguish to anger

as she shouts so loud

for all to hear

that she has spoken

loud and clear.

The window rattles

I lay awake

on this cold morn.

Whist listening

my Mistress howl

her lonely song

she sounds forlorn.


so desperately

her  despair


as her tone

fills my empty room.

A distant din

her voice attacks

all flora and fauna

surrounding my garden,

they do not stand a chance

against my lady’s frustration.

Silence falls

as she withdraws

her windy expression

just for a moment

until once more

she raises her voice

to blow away

this bluest morning.

MedusaMoon c 2013


No words describe

my love divine

inside of me

such sweet


I gaze into

his starry eyes

and my heart

is left

wide open.

A life time


I looked for him

in every man

who left me empty.

My trust destroy

by others

yet, he restores

within me

fresh hopefulness.

My faith reborn

love is not a dream

nor a fairy tale

that is


Alas, I am living

in his creation

and bath in

these feelings

he evokes in me.

I wait for dawn

for a new day

when he and I

shall be united.

In harmony

a beautiful melody

I love this man

but we can’t


Medusa 2013

Love’s Dance!

Destructive existence

a chosen destiny?

painfully persistence

how love

was meant to be?

your twisted resistance

finally destroyed me

hear this torment

I carry inside.

I cannot wash

your pain away

or even hold

this blame someday

nor promise our nightmare

will fade away

so I can hold you

in these arms.

In love’s life-time

I strove to be strong

desperately wanting

to belong

your love so cold

your heart felt wrong

never-ending dances

to love’s last song

hours sat in silence

faded love has gone.

My feelings of loss

I cannot explain

Consistent heartache

drove me insane

an eternalise battle

walk or refrain?

show me where

to start

I need time

time to heal

this wounded soul

your love unreal

when it is my turn

to deal

I try not to


your heart.

© MedusaMoon 2013

This Man!


Fear subsides

I see him now

Clearer than


Within this man

lies love

so treasured.

I choose to hide

no more.

My child inside

so frighten.


of pain, sorrow

and of joy

Yet, after one  night

wrapped inside of him



I then


once more.

Out of the darkness

this bitter sadness

of loneliness

and isolation.

Into his arms

so strong and inviting

oh him

I long to hold.

I need him now

so brightly beautiful,

his shining star

my guiding light.

I was lost

without purpose

until the moment

I meet his grace.

The instant

I glanced

upon his most

handsome face.

C  2013 MedusaMoon


His inner distress

encompassed me

I sat silent

unable to console


or offer solace.

He means the world to me

yet is unable to see

his beauty.

Amazingly creative

gentle, warm and kind.

My heart cries out to him

locked inside his detached mind.

Frustrated, depressed, alone

trying to relate

a world of confusion

struggles to understand

why he is different to I.

I wish to be a mirror

for his grace and awe

so he will notice

what I notice

fantastical, special man.

All my compassion and empathy

falls down around his feet

unable to relate to me

thus part of his defeat.

Be strong enough

to stand by his side

and offer him

unconditional loving nurture.

whilst ask for nothing in return

my challenge

as I learn to be with him.

He evokes me

my soul ablaze

I shine within his company.

He offers me

divine consolation

whenever the plight

of meaninglessness

surrounds me.

A gift

this man

whom I so need.

To walk beside me

as my friend.

In a world gone mad

it is he who permits me

to see the sense of it.

How cruel

that he can offer me

a universe of

wonderment and splendour.

While he is blind

to his own magnificence

or is able to see me

reflect his phenomenon.

My dearest friend

whom I called JB

I wish that you could feel

All that I see in thee.

MedusaMoon  © 2013

Joseph #2

In isolation

he suffers

the burning sensation

consumes his mind.

Clutching his brain

within his hands

removing all contents

just stop.

Behind an invisible

glass menagerie

staring outward at the world

pleading with me to relate

regardless how hard I try

I fail time again.

Fading fast

into a world

of misunderstood chaos.

The child within his being

disconnected, abandoned, unbeknown

tormenting daydreams

silent blood-curling screams

don’t leave me on my own.

To experience interconnectedness

I see, you have, not me.

Years of disillusion, confusion

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

Retracing steps

to gain a sense

of who he used to be

helplessness, hopelessness, desperation.

Night turns into day

“Why am I here?”

Countless answered questions

a continual battle to survive.

Oh how he sadness me

as he is just the most

amazing man,

so gifted, artistic, autistic, musician, magician,

Joseph…I so wish that you

could see

how brightly you shine.

MedusaMoon  © 2013