To Look At You

Quicksand I sink into half way tired. Palpable emotion I’ve for you mired. It exhausts me to follow your path when you do what is complex math. Add I have all the times I multiplied for a state tender I see in your eyes. It is for not I drive inside a passion fed. My…

If Only To Hear Your Voice

I would crucify what I hold dear, and worship you while weeping. I would do it effortlessly for you; for you supply my pain’s remedy. For your voice I’d give you dominion over my existence and loose myself. I’d leave what I find familiar and embark on your adventure. To discover the sounds of the…

Thrills Love Can Be

I want to try to bring others to intently sing this and that everything that passion careens. For the depths that rise passing from feet to eyes leave us wholly surprised; bringing to us love alive. Though love is but states of mind we tend to create when we drown self hate we need others…

Speaking Stares

Nothing can compare to word speaking stares that find us right where we’re caught unaware. I’ve seen a place my mind won’t erase. Emblazzened ways left from your face. You need not draw in words what I saw. I’m now enthralled by life under your law. I do such for me, so paper can set…

At First Sight

There is such a thing as magic. Despite that life can be so tragic. You will know it when you have it, for your heart fills so fully ecstatic. Moments can and do tend happen; eyes meet and heal the saddened souls with inner tender laughing. Looks can heal if you grasp them. When you…

While In Solace

Times, every now and then, I wrestle for time to begin in solitude where I am in so I might look deep within. In silence I can hear clear echos of what I hold dear. They reverberate so near where in my heart appears. To make sense of sound where alone I have found, to…

My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events…

An Obstinate Muse

The future it came, not its master am I. Here I might shatter but I will not comply. Subservient musings, here I stand amazed. I will note the notion see how a pen behaves? Wrought bitter aspects did newness require. Shout at clouds I will as the day slowly expires. Will I be enough to…