About two of you out there will know that the last few weeks of "daily life" have been unusually calm and uneventful. I mean that in the best possible way. I have had peace of mind and body, I've been able to think a little clearer, I've been writing a little differently and have been... Continue Reading →
Walk with me in lands unknown, Where wild flowers bloom, lush...overgrown, Hold my hand and look my way, Usher me to light of day, And if the curtains I should draw, Coerce me out, unlock the door. We'll watch the stars and moonlit night, I'll know it's you, Bathed in my light.
You would think that being absent from here for so long would have had me spewing pent up poetry out of my eyeballs and earballs but, no. There is for the first time ever I think, a block occuring. I say that, but no doubt by the end of this outpouring I will have squeezed... Continue Reading →
On a beach I stand. Rage clasped in my hand. Waves crash to the shore, Clichés at the door. And from whence it came, This rage that has no name, Tell you I have tried, But clarity denied. Sand between my feet, Winds blow and we meet. Hurled the rage asunder, Crystal truths I ponder.... Continue Reading →
Words I've said, tear them to shreds, Lay me on a Thousand beds, On the beds, a million nails, Take the place of sheetless sails, Shut me up And stop my voice, Take from me the moral choice, Plunge your hand into my heart And just reset it from the start. Speak the truth and... Continue Reading →
Tea pots often boil. Well, actually they boil if you switch on the heat, so it's not really their fault that they become scalding hot. Although their purpose is to be filled and get hit...no not hit you autocorrect monster, I meant HOT .How dare you presume to know my words before I have said... Continue Reading →
Tethered to this plane, I am One thread, it holds me here. It's made of Mother, Son and love, I grip it fast, no fear. With gold and crystal threads it weaves Its power through my breast, And though the demons try to pull me, Pass I do, the test . I often... Continue Reading →
Havocing and wreaking in the constellations of mindful slumber, where only dreams are visible to Horatio and his philosophy, though chided he is for daring to use his imagination. There I reside, wandering through a forest heavy and blanketed with trees, reaching out to me, urging me to keep moving, for I am one of... Continue Reading →