Remedy

Exude me some sympathy. I am a runaway ricochet that runs every direction in confusion and disarray. I dream during the day my want is you here and near. You seep in my subconscious and alleviate all sudden fear. A dreamer I’m enlightened by your gentle and kind words that suddenly I slip away to…

Jubilant Beams Of Light

There’s space reserved today, this place where I misbehave. Could be a tiger in a cage. I can ramble as much as rave. My stare is a moment I say what the hell brought you this way? The wind is too unfamiliar and people here don’t fit your gaze. You see here I put up…

C.M. : The Last Time Our Eyes Met

I wasn’t wanting to say things to taint the moment. The mood was calm and I froze with a look stolen. The appreciation of words that rarely I ever do hear, rolled so effortlessly down your lips and found my ear. I never have known a calm that consumed me as you did extending out…

A Vast Gaze

I find the universe in your eyes. Celestial bodies make you wise. For the times I’ve stood amazed, wonder how I did become so brave. Maybe because your relm’s not cold. I can not believe what in you I behold. I see what I desire the most so clear. As in your eyes wonderous sights…

Where Gilded Dreams Appear

Gilded dreams do appear, but the key to life is not here. Scattered thoughts do clear my somberness now to cheer. Standing back from the paper searching my words I do labor. It’s my confession to my savior. No more of, “I’ll think of it later.” Not suppressing I do create places where my mental…

Down The Yellow Brick Road

I’ll walk down the yellow brick road. Hoping liberation, or so I am told. Fraught with peril the journey does go. All with what I do or don’t know. Along the way the tin man does clamor. The scarecrow doubts the lion avoids danger. What is within with what I have found is all three…

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….

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…

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a casual strut. I’m proud so I dig deep beneath empty graffitied streets. The reality; laborious…

What Women Are

To carry life to feel birth’s pain, while men stand so completely vain. I try imagining my place, my worth. While women cry bringing life in birth. When I feel less like a man, tender compassion gives strength’s hand. So I see now the best part of me, moments shared in a woman’s beauty. Give…

Where I Retreat

Watch I do the masses celebrate. I can’t comply I will not commiserate. I will withdraw to my place and draw. What my mind while in darkness saw. The embattlements that I have battled would make any soul become sadly rattled. So I retreat so I can serve to stand on my feet. Away from…

Where The Heart Bleeds

I saw a man, bones shown through his skin. I said a prayer for the pain that never ends. The tears fall on cold cement streets. Those cold places where the heart bleeds. Dreams lay bear, they separate and cry for some reason why some dreams die. Eyes turn away what logic won’t face. This…

What The World Can Not Touch

In the light all I do can be seen. Thankful am I for times I can dream. All the weight the world can compile can hold down and even the strongest defile. The chaotic winds chill the purest souls, toss us about at times beyond control. So hard we try trying to touch the sky….

Gracious Thoughts, A Poem For You All

Southern nights are under the same sky that covers us all. Stars seen by all eyes. How uncommon that we’d have in common things that bind not spoken of so often. You don’t know how my trenches run deep. Or no matter what how your words I will keep. Did you not know feelings show…

As If I Were Dreaming

The morning my mind when love I did find, is still frozen in time. Before then I was blind. I remember she was wild, spirited, sentimental guile. Far more familiar with life far more than I just a child. As I search my mind to describe her in kind, it seems all too clear it…

Uneasy Epiphanies 

Vexed I can get and spiteful sprees, after she embarked to part from me. It’s no stranger, upon occasion, my heart has had seeping abrasions. Consumed I can get sleepless phantoms, cold holes so low; defeatest anthems. It’s a result of all my emotion trusting in hands chiding commotion. Scoffly I curse as dreams are…

Modus Operandi

There are some who are driven by lust. It’s human nature to be driven by such. Here in the dark I am calm, not asleep. My head runs wild for my soul to keep. From friendship flames rise up with no disguise; Tender and gently my heart opens at it’s supply. So much do I…

Perfection’s Reflection

Beside yourself,you know yourself. You can chill yourself to the bone.Introspection might bind you all alone. How much can you withstand?From your soul dredging sweeps.Does it keep your head from slumber orwhen no one’s looking make you weep? This kind of reflection and deep introspection,make imperfections thaw.Be not afraid to look in the mirror nowbecause…

Fly Free

What is perceived depends on the eyes. Motives from within differ from those outside. A soul can be known by their words you read. Beneath none is ever what you expect them to be. I stand in the town square grabbing the center pole. Being what I’ve come to be there is nothing else I…

No Boundries Between Us

Half a world away, your exotic fanfare. If you are as I am are you even there? My mind leaves my body and dissipates. Swiftly in air from within I elevate. It takes me away to where you are. Across the globe no distance too far. Let’s go around this globe and fly above all…

A Requiem To Deterioration

Usually I post what’s going on in my life on this site. My work I’ve relinquished to sleuth.press Yet sometimes my life becomes intertwined with my manifestations of emotion. It’s just a feeling. It’s true and honest and yes, something I feel now and will forever. I guess I’m just deteriorating. I read your words…

A Kin To Love Again

These pictures on the page they aren’t the same. Like when you say and speak my name. — The rapture is real it’s all I feel. Spread arms in a field suddenly life’s a big deal. — The feeling is kin to what I feel again. Under my skin you, my dearest friend. — Reminiscing…

Miracles Happen Every Day

All you need is ears to hear, eyes to see and a mind to discern the miracles around us everyday. There are miracles everywhere. Beauty everywhere. A newborn child brought into the world. A song that moves your heart and allows you to relate while expanding your mind. The sun shinning as the world revolves…

That Calamitous Serenity

Something’s happened let the sun shine in, I saw a desert rose and I feel that feeling again. That place where silence seems softer. Where rain gives life and lightening has no light to offer. Sweet calamity seems sensible where one can dream. Of flowers in the desert fed rain from a steady stream. A…

Without Gloom We Wouldn’t Know What Good Days Are

I went on a walk today. There was a fog surrounding the whole area. I walked to the park. At 65 degrees it is the perfect temperature. Yet visibility was a little difficult at 100 yards or so. It was 7:30 am. I wanted to clear my head a little. There has been a lot…