Golden Birches
Whenever I’m greeted, by golden birches, my mood is rather, melancholy – knowing that the summer is passing by. Then
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Whenever I’m greeted, by golden birches, my mood is rather, melancholy – knowing that the summer is passing by. Then
Read moreHeretics my friends, atheists make no amends, and crackpot esoteric s just muddle the stage, philosophy all poker-faced, and theology
Read moreI keep the hole within clean and dust free, as if in resolution I want it to be accommodating, yet
Read moreEroded we become, like stone upon a seashore, once stoic in stance and present, now lost within the sands; and
Read moreSmall Steps – Having grandchildren has given my life new meaning and also time for reflection. I look into my
Read moreLet time abide its own ragged path, one moment slow, the next so fast, unnoticed, and are we at its
Read moreWe have choice, the very process of our circumstances, and in making choices we must accept the consequences, but how
Read moreTo be the observer, not fraught by the calamities of life, is yet another perspective, untethered by personal connections yet
Read moreWasn’t going to write … Wasn’t going to write tonight – wasn’t ready to dare the good vibes surviving eclectic
Read moreSkies are just an illusion, clouds the transient mood of dressing, and infinity the yield of perception, hidden behind that
Read moreWithout reservation I encumber my choices with reason, untethered from the will of ego and open to peripheral views of
Read moreDarkness sees only darkness in recognition of itself, and people who embrace it are much the same in their view,
Read moreGrasping reality, is like trying to hold one single piece of dust floating in an endless dust-storm, swirling in some
Read moreThere is no singularity, no exceptions in nature’s play, just a harmonious echo reflecting the truth, over and over, and
Read moreMidlife Crisis… The days of youth Passed effortlessly by Subtly silent Without much fanfare Nor accolades The feeling
Read moreQuietly subdued, and in the flight of circumstance, but out of place I feel, holding the floor and vile strikes
Read moreThe flow of thoughts arrests a heart, open to that current of life’s report, and share we may our deepest
Read moreKeep me in the fold, for I have lived apart yet yearning from the start to be normal, complicit in
Read moreShall I fade into your dull lifeless hues, relinquish the heart that sang your song, before the love has gone,
Read moreTime exacerbates a purpose, always a sense of running out, an urgent self-determination to continue the work, keep sharing the
Read more’Twas in the surge of early youth, I felt a searing displacement, an arm’s length space between myself and others,
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