Inner Child Enterprises

i poem my poem, my muse, my love o’ fair i penned my lines with angst and dare i guised my craft as poetic-ware i considered n...

Rain i have never written about this rain today but it has been written about a million times it has been spoken about s...

Speak To Me (a collaboration of Janet and Bill) (Bill) in the near quiet of my soul there is a music and barely audible w...

Peace be still there is a longing in my soul for a certain Peace, one that i can not remember but one that i intimately kn...

Playing the off key notes there was the gnashing of teeth playing in a concordant symphony i knocked on the door because i ...

i still dream my days of living are not over i still dream yes, i want that 4 leaf clover no splitting of the 3 rd anymo...

  i yield   there is a multitude of movement about me within me life is in a constant flux   they say that all things h...