But Still, I Have the Memories
That gusto, that virulent life that once we were, in older age stirs. Not all we were, but acceptance for
Read moreThat gusto, that virulent life that once we were, in older age stirs. Not all we were, but acceptance for
Read moreShe pouts when her way is dismissed, hisses when provoked, and the shadow of her eyes disguise the dark thinking
Read moreCurse this mind of discontent … I am often haunted by the questioning mind this
Read moreIt’s always been this way, life so complex has its ways, and within all life one can recognize the hand
Read moreI am but a humble word smith, a heart tainted by human ineptitude, but a soul enlivened to speak, and
Read moreWhile we are straining our minds to find purpose here on earth, life is indeed passing us by, moments of
Read moreOn the cusp of improbability, I live my dreams, and under the spell of purity I endeavor to reap the
Read moreFor Poetry Month… Poetry is thoughts etched in clay, then carved tenderly in beauty, until it reaches out and touches
Read moreSo many questions we hold within, with no obvious answers in sight, and the pale disconcerting of life’s secrets, like
Read moreInconsistent we are in our viewpoints, scrambled with refuse of old, biases, memories and experience that told us in definitive
Read moreIf words be the expression of mankind, touch the expression of love, kindness the expression of the heart and empathy
Read moreToday is the day I live, each breath on purpose, and all that contends my will shall fall by the
Read moreSurround yourself with kin, like minded souls who understand, for all else will just frustrate, their perceptions based in shallow
Read moreBeauty transcends life, when we are ankle deep in the mundane, and when eyes are open to its appreciation, our
Read moreBuried deep in detail, what good is the avalanche, when even breath is inhibited, and so what marks the clear
Read more’Twas in the surge of early youth, I felt a searing displacement, an arm’s length space between myself and others,
Read moreThe flow of life is relentless, struggling to survive, to replicate, and death like birth, is intrinsic, the cycles so
Read moreThe beauty of purpose surrounds us in the rendering of life, its every facet a miracle, and the perfection of
Read moreWhat miracle upon my hand, a flighted seed in search of home, the promise of a precious life, dressed in
Read moreThe child between two worlds, feels connected to both, yet incomplete the street with two sides, is walked in the
Read moreIn grace I accept those finite beats, used up one day to cease, and while this mind imbues the world
Read moreA parody of life, this blind aspiring to wealth, this panicked obsession with possessions, for what comfort do they hold,
Read moreWriting, my companion… The quill burns as words, smoldering from birth, touch parchment planes of vacancy, and they seer the
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