C’est La Vie
c’est la vie When life doesn’t, present you with roses, when
Read morec’est la vie When life doesn’t, present you with roses, when
Read moreMidnight Rains How they always come so entwined your memories and these midnight rains, the silvery threads that once fondled
Read morePlummeting temperatures ushering in a stillness without comparison Fluidity gives way to an opaque stiffness, often shimmering and beautiful Water
Read moreMore Than Language It’s more a cadence than a march Your knees will bend your feet will arch Your
Read moreClearly sentience is subjective, impossibly all encompassing and rarely even partial, dependant upon perspective, yet in arrogance we deem ourselves
Read moreTempered by a question posed, assumptions stand in abeyance, momentarily disarmed in light of clarity, yet assumptions can be irrefutable
Read moreI bequeath this heart to science, for I know not how it works, so led astray by feminine wiles, so
Read moreRegret I hold like a wilting rose, pale and leached of all color, for what good is my piteous maudlin
Read moreSo close, so very close. I find my fingertips poised in mid-air, nearly brushing the petals of the flower. Its
Read moreWhen thoughts like clouds on a dawning day, shards in radiant display all splayed on sky, my heart recounts those
Read moreNo burden is heavy when accepted with joy, yet we so malign our burdens until they are swollen with our
Read moreIn a Troubled Mind…where even dreams are lost I walked along the road, unerringly, the dust of my misgivings clouding
Read moreI Keep This Light as a Guide Brilliant measure; the stars in her eyes A guide to defining the
Read moreElders…a failing body does not mean a failing mind. Elders have experience…listen! How can my failing sight be seen, known
Read moreLust settles like dust upon the weary traveler, so far removed from that era of life, when self-gratification comes second
Read moreTwenty six thousand feet, or is it twenty seven thousand I’ve lost track, but it really doesn’t matter anymore Window
Read moreGreat Smoky Mountains See Hell Bent For Leather for the first story about the Callahans. ~~ Thomas Callahan was true
Read moreI Keep This Dark as a Memento Eyes sunken; a window to the soul, a path behind that bone
Read moreThe Three Wise Men The fires that burn and scorch my skin, And raging furnace stoked within, The fiends that
Read moreIneptitude is like a gentle breeze, tainted with the smoke of burning flesh, a putrid stench that sours fresh and
Read moreWhere Does Time Go… Relentless this mind to wander, to sift through the sands of past, the joys and what’s
Read moreNeedless conflict in love… Each nuance tolls like a temple bell, each sensation like a swan skating on a mirrored
Read moreDawn’s Divine Love Dawn’s divine love evokes in me the joy of being with you, For, each night I die
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