Another Fine Spring Morn
Incandescent the filtered light of morn, refracted through sky and glass, as delicate the sway of curtains sheer, softening the
Read moreIncandescent the filtered light of morn, refracted through sky and glass, as delicate the sway of curtains sheer, softening the
Read moreCosmic wheels turn with a silent determination, the machine of life’s rise and fall ad infinitum, and vast the plays
Read morePlaced in sight, strategically, my attention stubbornly averted out of principle, this niggling conscious mind alerted to my damning misdemeanor,
Read moreNot he, the purveyor of a hatred dark, but his minions who, after indoctrination, measured the scope of foul deeds
Read moreThe artistry in dealing with life comes from acceptance, understanding that our will is so easily compromised by life’s flow
Read moreShe averts her eyes to sympathize, perhaps not to see the pain, and he, in glaring self-recrimination, suffers the damnation of
Read moreFragrant, the oncoming spring, burgeoning life a nuance of each day brings, change and warmth so missed, in every shoot
Read moreFormidable, the strife striking pose, like walls of stone, set thick and cold, and we may cower it their shadows,
Read moreNow, at this very moment, when winds howl as windows shudder, the moon glows in full regalement and utters not
Read moreIt’s the little things that yield movement, affect change and turn worlds upside down, passing thoughts of blame and discontent,
Read moreRemnants of my lesser lives, memories of souls slain in warring dues, and lilting the breeze that reminds me of
Read moreWithout restraint, I acknowledge the impurity of thought and action, the obscurity of deviations that so mark today’s society, lost
Read moreWhat dismay alarms a soul in calm repose, like rain against a rising wave, no difference felt, no disruption
Read moreTreasured the memories of souls now departed, for their lingering lives forever imparted love, and their tender sharing of life
Read moreI wait impatiently for the penny to drop, the blind tremors of my wondering, accosted by what I’m seeing not,
Read moreToo much the weight of others, when tribulations and dramas set effect all the bystanders, and I reject the invitation,
Read moreWith whom do I write, my muse, my deep inner plight resounding, or am I connected to a cosmic stream,
Read moreInept perhaps the swagger of self-confidence, a beat up visage of insecurity rendered, reaching out to find acceptance, in a
Read moreToo many years have passed without the soul taking stock, as eloquent words so gently mock the fray, the languid
Read moreThe Fae abide nature’s will, their purpose to help nurture and instill a loving care in every aspect of life
Read moreThe sin I carry is innate, those deviations that are created by free will, selfish ploys of shallow gain, actions
Read morePalatable though an opportunity seems, often schemes are riddled with iniquitous deeds, and those purporting gain, are simply there for
Read moreI find myself wondering in pensive gaze, about tribulations that gave me such pain, and is it the nature of
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