Through A Page Dimly

It may take a book to see how lofty I tend to be. Could I ever even see it then as my life spills from a pen? Shall I write myself amongst stars? Above the fray, fast past all the scars? I can surprise myself how so easy the little things serve to please me….

Gossip’s Cowardice

So insecure, so much talk. Filling rooms; halls we walk. Spewing forth gossip’s sadly natural. Yet assertions can be far from factual. Do we really need another’s ear to hear? Or wish to take sides with gossip as a spear? From the mouth comes so much harm. Words can lift but also cause alarm. Gossiping…

Passion’s Fraught Trip

What was made was made able. We will rise becoming stable. Sweat and tears tear at the seams; whisps of kindness help sew dreams. Drawing us out to fight the fight where we see our heart’s delight. This is called passion. When your work is driven by fervant gestures giving splendid vision. The world conspires,…

Irreverent Imagination

Beat your feet upon the pavement. Fuel your mind with any arrangement. Assuage your rage even if peculiar don’t be a subject ruled by some Ruler. Colors in your mind so clear. Revolve in around those you’re near. No one can take from you your imagination; do what you do. Cause a ruckus like no…

ESSENTIAL, My Thank You To You

I can’t seem to get out of my way. I rely on a supply of strength for today. It comes to pass my insecurity bleeds. I try to soocher but what made cuts sees. Losing faith I bind my operating hands. My feet don’t move as if stuck in quick sand. I can recall many…

The Ire Of War

Those who wield influence should not chill, with ill notions twisted ire that war will. Chaos fosters hate which chills by the hour. It moves in fields killing all colored flowers. The sky opens with a strike of a pen. Doomed are we to repeat mistakes again? Humanity needs unity. Not notions of thieves, who…

Words Off The Brain

So bold so intertwined. The inertia opens minds. Freudian slips serve well upon honesty that compels. Slide thoughts off tops of notions don’t stop. Be blunt be direct sew life no regret. Be true to thine-self be simple forget all-else. Sleep well my friend. No regret to hold in. All is vain still the same…

Howling At The Moon

Have I died enough to stave off nights I’ve cried, you in my thoughts? I remember when you gazed at me and said that I am one; not just a talking head. I remember when nights, the thought of you. Thoughts of holding tight in nights I never slept through. Would I be one you’d…