Emotion’s Epiphany
Too choked to speak, too flooded with emotion to reap any epiphany other than being in the moment, as so
Read moreToo choked to speak, too flooded with emotion to reap any epiphany other than being in the moment, as so
Read moreQuestions like clouds hang low over my mountains, misting the clarity of view, and too, I see green yearning pines
Read moreHow starkly reality sometimes creates an affront, that can take our breath away, be it beauty or dismay, the nature
Read moreAfferent moves captured by a melodious groove, imparted by music’s silken allure and eyes-closed pleasure seen in notes and colored
Read moreIn sweet release a passing thought does fade, spinning so gracefully its colored form dissipating, and anchored are those thoughts
Read moreTwisted claw and limbs crumpled, head of beast and face displaced and coupled with a gnarled body barely moving rise
Read moreI fear the days when words find solace in shadows, hiding from a mind in a state of disarray, and
Read morePlates of studded diamond falling fates, glimmer in purple haze of night, clattering, breaking in the weightless fall, as shapes
Read moreSmooth transitions and in wake, the new, cycles manifest in glorious view, so profoundly simple yet miraculous attuned, within every
Read moreTie-dyed convictions, half strangled colors of eviction, as time proves irrevocably the folly of our beliefs. And in the dim
Read moreHumble I walk the earth, just an insignificant cell of one huge organism, the earth my mother, all life my
Read moreCaptive to the stars I gaze, their glimmer but a lost in time illusion, and rise and fall they may,
Read moreViking Berserkers What manner of men or beast are these soldiers, Be they supernatural warriors in a mad rage? We
Read moreA gentle day follows, a clean cut play of afferent pleasure, clear skies, warm smiles from heaven’s infinite gaze, and
Read moreNarrow views and ignited cues see contentions rise, when challenged our beliefs synchronized with truth, so debate we may our
Read moreGrace Brown Forlorn Love … Grace Mae Brown (March 20, 1886 – July 11, 1906) Why do you cry Grace
Read moreWe may be swayed by ‘too good to be true’ offerings, empty promises and beguiling voices, but in the end,
Read moreIndifference is contemptuous, a sense of rising above and what lays beneath not worthy of consideration, and in that act
Read moreHere, now, I’m caught in light, a fragile plight I attest, teetering on a peripheral line at the edge of
Read moreClean the day, as if doused and cleansed by night, before those first rays of light appear, a delicate golden
Read moreSadly able to read between the lines, I often wish it weren’t true, see the faults, the underlying current of
Read moreBelieving absurdity is a human disease, those with whom we should share common goals, just vacant holes in the universe,
Read moreSated in the quiet hours, thoughts absolved fly south for the winter as a silent peace tucks in a
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