In the Eyes of Mother, Perfection
Perfection… In the cool of shade, within spotted leaves and creeping symbiotic vines, life ekes out existence, light spattered from
Read morePerfection… In the cool of shade, within spotted leaves and creeping symbiotic vines, life ekes out existence, light spattered from
Read moreTales of woe echo in boundless landscapes, in lands far from mind, far in time, where I see in dreams
Read moreHallowed steps, into my own dark halls, cotton wrapped and nurtured, where found the lies that I believed, forsaken my
Read moreA better way… In the stillness of denial, I reach for solace, a truth to placate the fears, but in
Read moreWho speaks to me in dreams, is that echo my inner self, or do those whispers mean, there is someone
Read moreBows of green, moss and lichens, moist in shadows glee, lost from sunlight’s prow, and textured vibrant leaves clothe each
Read moreWhen Soul Mates Turn Out to be Soul Weights For the want of you I clung to hope, despite the
Read moreThe Insider… Denial makes leathery skin, viscous blood from endless sin, and heart like a old stalled clock, random beats,
Read moreLife remains at my periphery, yet dreams my center, hold, strapped in tightly, seat belts click, and speed escalates as
Read moreHow sweet the nectar, how sharp the blade, how keen the demeanour, how quiet the slain, and who knows
Read moreIntention is everything, circumstance the bearer of learning, so pointless to judge apparent fault, when intention has remained true, and
Read moreIn quarantine, my heart, still unhealthy from my last poignant start, as the isolation begins to smart, in this cold
Read moreUndulating hills abound, greener than a green profound, and at each crest the sight of another, on and on to
Read moreSwallowed whole, then regurgitated, unassimilated, I pick up my broken bones and flesh, disavowed my worth so etched, and discarded,
Read moreChange is in the wind, not just the usual movement of life, for learning and change is our daily nourishment.
Read moreThe rags he wore his pride, the empty pouch his vacant lie, but a soul as bright as rapturous stars,
Read moreLanguishing in the exposure, maudlin for the darkness I have worn, sorrowful for the responses I accepted and regretful for
Read moreWhoever values an animal’s life less, knows little of life, and the arrogance of belief that humans are more evolved,
Read moreIn nurture do I sleep, free from all the negatives reaped, to use against those of opposition, those whose meek
Read moreTender is the night, the sweet breath of love’s regalement, hearts melded, entwined in splendor, and lips poised for sacred
Read moreIs it me or is it you, I can’t speak or you can’t hear the truth, and never the twain
Read moreFor the want in life, we struggle for our desires, pedestal them to vastly overrated moments, and then strive as
Read moreWhat truths slip away, dissipate like wafts of smoke from a candle snuffed, ethereal words lost in exhalations of lies
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