Finding The Light

Release soft senses tuned to light born of the moon. The day does wrap around me love here I have found. Crash do the casualties of those forgot of joy to love. Orbs rise do inside energy. Create they a lit symmetry. Perfect drawn is soft charm; no fear shed a sense of alarm. Unknown…

My Slumber’s Journey

In me is a peril as I try and sleep. My head it rests as thunder heats. Shallow slumber does not sustain. Exuded strength is all but in vain. For below where you can’t behold I toss and turn in concerning holes. Depths that sight do not ever reach is where my sight brings me…

While The World Conspires…

Eating away such worry, it continues consume me. Invested am I in concern how some do tend grieve. Such a short time in time are we found floating adrift amidst the chaos in life we often others’ welfare forget. I can only expend myself so much before being weak. From the sorrow for this suffering…

Mystically Healing Eyes

My mind is vexed as traces left from her shimmering eyes take hold and mysteriously come forth to heal that which I despise. Where I saw her stand, front and center with a fiery display, was magnificent to behold; her energy lingers and over me sways. Suddenly I’m transfixed, suddenly I question myself questions, that…

Appropriate Anger

“Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” (Ephesians 4: 26-27 KJV) The beach against the tide has nowhere it can hide. Were it a soul against spite, mercilessly the spite derides. For those without sight or those who can’t fight mercy pleases God’s eyes as we offer…

3 Day Quote Challenge: Empathy And The Tragic Mind Of Bullies

I have a confession to make. Nothing gives me more pleasure than making people happy; making someone feel understood and appreciated. That is how you make connections with other living beings. Empathy. Now I’m not sitting here saying I am holier than thou. What point I’d like to drive home is the fact that I…

Empathetic Aims

Shallow is the grave that bears a hollow soul. Whom shall lay to rest a heart that was unconsoled? Duty demands decency; that of the gentle kind. We are but chaff and dirt, salted with fickle minds. Hands craft art from clay, all from what’s perceived. We construct vessels that cut through raging seas. We…