Through These Eyes

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

When Despair Left Me

I can remember when the sun never shined. When the earth was stale when I ought to have been blind. Every movement every turn of the head, found the black of night and the slumber left my bed. I pretend to practice righteousness but the world has taught me not. Especially when I give thought…

Versatile Blogger Award

I have been nominated for the Versatile Blogger award. I humbly recieve this nomination with deep gratitude. I would like to thank Dwight at Roth Poetry for nominating me for this award. Click here to visit his site. I have to admit I started this site with the intention of it being something to share…

Scatter Me Into The Sea

I think it okay for you to think that what I am is company I keep. My company comes with no stipulations as well as the fact that I will not judge them. In youth I have relied upon other people’s eyes. Now such conformity is something I try and hide. The comfort of trust…

Memories

Gentle is the night swallowing gulls upon beaches, where they lay young while grass upon dunes reaches. A breeze whisping parting swirls of sand that rises upward then falls back to land. My eyes have beheld such glorious sights. Peaks atop mountains; beaches during night. Seen the galaxy have I beyond stars. Pondered have I…

Step Into My World

I was raised in a strict fashion. Emotionless father, mother of passion. I was taught it’s a black and white world. Learned have I grey consumes as a hoard. It is not one way or the other. There are avenues of thought to uncover. I fell in love at the age of fourteen. It fell…

Heart Of My Heart

The sky rises up in multi-color fashion, every stone throw you’re a fierce assasin. Castles of sand crafted by feet and hands are homes to gods. Raised to marching bands. Glorious music plays in the background. Cartwheels are fun and diamonds in mud are found. The world makes sense in coves and tulips. And her…

Kubiya Games Leave Me Conflicted

I’ve heard of a lot of things, but Kubiya Games isn’t one of them. My sister, as a Christmas Gift, supplied me with this unusual game where you form shapes out of pieces of wood. You have to match these pieces of wood into shapes, which oddly enough, are shapes of cats. To say I…