Embers

It is vanishing it is in a quick plume of warm smoke chokes as fumes rise above. The sight mysterious as it does disappear cracking and twisted noises reach my ears. Warmth emminates, my skin it does kiss. I do imagine life can be sometimes as this. On the street passing are faces facing pain…

Unsettled Puzzle

Thunder rides wild so let me try to explore the mechanics of my mind I can now afford. Here peace I’ve found to be a piece of puzzle that fits me fine but I am sometimes trouble. A rubiks cube consumes time and patience me I in some form or fashion resemble the devil’s cry….

Hollywood Shoes

Sashay you do it thousands of times during a single day. Hear music from admiration for so called sweet displays. *** Slip your stilettos on across the floor so soon? Magic dust flies up and I see you do not swoon. *** No daddy’s little girl could have commanded eyes into your precious reckless hidden…

See You At Sunrise

Concern afflicts me for my mental state here in this room as I weave tails I create. I compound little things I find amusing to feed what I hunger and what I am losing. Peril strikes chords that bring me whole to a state I can handle; emotions I can control. Fenced in I find…

Calamity Amongst Us

Toxic clouds, consuming egos; we need a little understanding by those who wield authority but obedience they’re commanding. I have accepted my place here but struggle against strong tides. I wake every day to sleep walk led to and from by tunes that lie. Drinking from the river sustains but lethal toxins introduced taint rhetoric…

Comfort For The Thrill

In feckless manner I do emote my feelings I felt before and after you dear the hand me life has dealt. I have ridden upon the tracks at full born speed ignited and inspired fuel from the thrills I did need. My head I draw it now low caring not inquire the world. I now…

What Will Always Remain

I’ve seen the world in many many forms. I’ve witnessed life here on earth born. I’ve said goodbyes to those whom passed. I’ve stayed up nights crying turning to laughs. Indeed I’ve cried all during the night gone by. I’ve been in agony before unable to see gentle eyes. I guess all has come and…

Three Generations Together

Generations apart together making precious memories. Surreal such a scene is my grandmother and my niece. A mother who raised five children of her own sits next to a great-granddaughter and calm gentleness exists. So much of the world that my grandmother has seen is translated to beautiful scenes such as you now see.

Ready Your Trigger Finger

So many people live, so many people don’t. We must go fight fights that some people won’t. Those who believe in only peace and goodwill know the world they don’t now nor ever will. Privelage might blind while spoiled children have not lived in reality where you find villains. Greed and lust fester in our…

What Superheros Are Made Of

Ted Williams was a legendary baseball player for the Boston Red Sox. Not only that but he also proudly served in the military. He is the last baseball player to hit a batting average of over .400 in a season. Officially being the LAST player to hit over a .400 batting average by hitting .406….

Traversing Blackholes

Swallowed by a black hole, my molecules they ignite. My resonance it is not calm; I beckon my aspect to fight. A reverb strikes on chords a sound then faculties lost in my wounded vision my clarity is covered in frost. Bitter the wind it strikes amidst the chaos surround me with your gentle words…

Never Again

I’m complicated but connected to a place where all is so clear. Where I can lay waste trouble by reveling in your eyes my dear. Hide your eyes quickly now so that I might not fall in too deep. The things that I would hide I might set them upon your feet. It’s too late…

From Beneath The Surface

I lament at the core where there is trouble. I’m worried this world re-visits history double. Wars of words and the vicious cut-throat asps break the teachers who know hystory’s path. I’m lost in a whirlpool that sinks and drowns. Upon reaching the bottom only desolation is found. I fight the fight for what seems…

Suture

You put me under the knife for repair. I stop for a moment in the mirror I stare. My hands grasp the sink I wipe the mirror clouded by the steam so I can see clearer. Am I really so different now than I was before? I try to move my feet but stuck I…

The Greatest Gift

I’m putting on my serious face for this one. Mainly because I mean every word that you are preparing to read. I revel in the thought that such fine and talented individuals such as yourselves found your way here to read anything I’ve written. Your likes are more appreciated than you could ever understand. I…

My Abode

In systematic functions that reside in my entity are complex imaginings that are familiar to me. I can’t put down my ways that I create for safe harbor. For some simple relief I form order as if an author. I paint pictures that soothe underneath little qualms that I debate with myself salting a little…

Your Splendid Dawn

As the night fades away, I see it turn it’s corner. Day it does slowly draw attention to it’s borders. Where the day and night meet in their gentle calm. No words can describe it. Nor any pictures drawn. Known to me is inside how my mind conjugates what I see and how I feel;…

Things I Tell Myself

For my pacification I do supply suppositions to dance with my concerted effort, lost in my night, to take hold and revel in delight. In my reflections I ponder my haven. Those who left me are mistakened they’re not those of great persuasion; from deep inside I have awakened. I find myself bruised not destroyed….

What The Eyes Don’t See

Complex as is the cosmos and unique as if one’s finger prints. What eyes see is in no such way half of what true beauty really is. Magnificent ways do surround, from a mind’s splendid sound. If the blind brought sight then this would be what is found. I found this artwork online by George…

Time’s Binding Travel

Molded in bodies of passion, brought crying in sinners’ hands, created we are fashioned in wombs under time’s demands. Self-restraint time does temper with vision, sound and taste. This world we are made enter, is at times a heartless place. Callus are the palms that set us in our mothers’ arms. Time has rend us…

What The Moon Teaches

I turn my head to the sky, often dumbfoundedly shocked that we are creatures small; the moon reminds we forgot. Ever there so seemingly peer does the moon from the sky. Underneath it we are chaotic; short-lived with dieing light. What need of us does a sphere, who is constant upon its watch, the answer…