The Eternal Traveler
Eyes the depth of caverns, peer into the void of unknown space, to embrace the revelations, and silently acquire the
Read moreEyes the depth of caverns, peer into the void of unknown space, to embrace the revelations, and silently acquire the
Read moreNever will I question myself when the soul pleas domain, steps beyond my understanding, yet I know the truth remains,
Read moreTis what I want, the flow of life in plain sight, no haze of delusion shall diminish my sight, and
Read moreThe Rose Unfolds its Truth The rose unfolds its truth one petal at a time, Beginning with a tightly closed
Read moreBy stream and brook I wander the wild flower beds, green carpet dotted whites and blues and reds, and shadows
Read moreEmbodied… The mind strives and the pen guides, as words in a vast universe find place, between self-loathing and ego’s
Read moreA poem written about my parents, how they fell in love and wartime. When you are young and there
Read moreWithin or without, the echoes remain in perpetuity, of the same rhyme as time dictates, the same hand in purpose,
Read moreA tenuous hold on thought displays a vacant confusion, beyond the scope of reason, as thoughts like balloons lose their
Read moreMy first born child died at four months, after many operations and suffering she endured with such courage and resolve.
Read moreIn Your Net, I’m Caught This is meant to be a piece of satire but I realise it is, in
Read moreTattoos on the Heart People come, and people go But only some have that special glow One that so
Read moreHe purrs with soft and delicate breath, the sound like the comfort of a warm breeze, and his tail still
Read moreBroken Dreams -From that first moment in time that we can form our own thoughts – we start to dream
Read moreLike diaphanous wings a blur in flight, does shimmer a long days end in light, across waters orange jewels glisten,
Read moreBoat Sailing I once took a sailing boat course in Mount Vernon, Washington. I have always been terrified of
Read moreHigh, higher than a mind can fly, and still I can’t remember why I sit upon this pedestal; breaching cloud
Read moreBlack Metal Railing Freshly painted, free of dust Bleeding tiny spots of rust Blemishes on that black metal railing All
Read moreThis poem was written as part of a contest held between the members of The Creative Exile Writing Group. It’s
Read moreI am steel, I am butter, I am a chameleon of states, a malleable forging of irate necessity: languid, fluid,
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