Pursuing Empty Dreams
Each stepping stone to want is a distraction, a temporary malaise quashed, and they come and go, never really giving
Read moreEach stepping stone to want is a distraction, a temporary malaise quashed, and they come and go, never really giving
Read moreFluent the guise of confidence, upholding the delusion of worth held in desperate stance, the truth so sharp, so jaded,
Read moreIn the hands of providence or the dull blade of shifting winds, judgement s are made by those with whom
Read moreIn flight thoughts despaired find favor in freedom’s release, and no weighted burden can hold down the will to speak,
Read moreCreosote and snowballs Fresh fallen this january snow covers the old coal sheds in town in the distance we hear
Read moreTruth cannot dispel the ruse of belief, when minds so immovable cannot reap outside those parameters, held so deeply with
Read moreIt’s always been this way, life so complex has its ways, and within all life one can recognize the hand
Read moreTo some this is history, to others, just stories Details of things cooked up in laboratories Not potions per se,
Read moreThe temple of my inner self is quenched for all that in hope is felt, and sustained I am by
Read moreMy golden haired boy … You’ve been way more than a friend closer to me than many a human but where
Read moreNear My River Home By dusk I slide the canoe down the grassy bank and step into the wetness of my
Read moreThe whisper comes unexpectedly, like a soft breath on the arch of my neck, and in afferent surrender the words
Read moreThe queen of flowers has sharp thorns … Though lovely in its beauty, the queen of flowers, has sharp thorns,
Read moreI feel an electricity in the air, a static edge of sharp unrest, as if a shift in consciousness, a
Read moreNo thought required, the earth breathes, it simply is, and remains in a complex network of ever-decreasing, ever-increasing manifestations of
Read moreI am but a humble word smith, a heart tainted by human ineptitude, but a soul enlivened to speak, and
Read moreBeauty still reaches the heart with effervescence, a sense of wonderment and appreciation, yet soured are the days by ugly
Read moreClouds decay in a seamless fading sky, wisps so finely scattered high, the sun at its zenith pales the blue
Read moreThe more I squirm, the more I realize how pointless it is, and the more I accept the inequities of
Read moreHow we grapple with right, what we feel aligns with our beliefs, and that very equity between the both determines
Read moreI’ll testify to no more than a modicum of sin when I were a lad and mischief was in, I
Read moreVisiting the Mid-Lake Region of Italy’s Lake Como By Bill DeGiulio, Guest Author The lakes region of northern Italy
Read moreNo matter the reasons, what we choose in life plays out in our lives as a consequence, cause and effect
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