In Canopy Life
Fine shards, like ethereal ropes from the heavens, spot the ground like golden confetti, and leaves in their green visage
Read moreFine shards, like ethereal ropes from the heavens, spot the ground like golden confetti, and leaves in their green visage
Read moreCan it be the freedom of worry-less resolve, when faith supersedes our petty concerns: our human paranoia and penchant for
Read moreCan I be what I think I can be, and am I as I am, to see what truths grace
Read moreWorn the stones from nature’s wrath, winds so strong in sand storm moods and rains to carve their thoughts at
Read moreHow She Makes Me Feel … Like consuming whole stacks of Oreos Each leaning tower slathered from whole milk
Read moreIn the mist I see what lingers unobserved, as if hiding in plain sight, white and ethereal it assumes another
Read moreWhistling Wind … Sweet whistling, like the sound, when an organ plays, games with the whistling wind, on windy days.
Read moreNobody’s Home … Reaching out into depth less seas where waves invite and rebuke those of errant pleasures pleased beyond
Read moreThe waves crash relentlessly upon the shore, jagged rocky outcrops, barnacles and green hair tossed in white foamy forays, thundering,
Read moreThe hole I’m in I dug with every word I said, with every thought I shed, every action I took
Read moreThe visions passing, lifetimes flashing From the skies, through my eyes My very pores, like open doors Listening, to all
Read moreAntiquity dictates a repetitive rhyme, and often it is seen as worthy, but circumstances are never aligned, for they change
Read moreCrying in the Rain … On rain drenched streets where strikes of lightning come to play shadows wrestle in the
Read moreIn blackest storm of wrath and spite, crashing jagged lightning strikes, as clouds amass like walls of hate, to frighten
Read moreBetween consciousness and oblivion is there a curtain call, a momentary glitch between one consciousness and another, for I can
Read moreA Final Song I embark like I have so many times before. I spark the brain cell but there’s only
Read moreWhere Eagles Soar “Where eagles soar” – when folks ask where I come from, Prideful and loud – this is
Read moreTo be a Wave … To be a wave upon the ocean or sea, part of the eternal scheme of
Read moreBe it a whim, or a painstaking decision, our choices mark our lives, and within the endless variables of grey
Read morePerceiving beauty is a reflection of our own heart, and the more we are open to it, the more of
Read moreRattle your cage often, for the bounds you’re in is an illusion, one orchestrated and maintained by yourself, your thoughts
Read moreTruly, words said in honesty, emotions shed in the smooth plains of reality, manifest in truth from a heart open,
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