Caves and caverns deep. Remnants of ghosts dancing before me Company. Above and beneath. Wherever they find me wandering. Oh the roots beneath this valley, unweaving a tale older than time, see? Plots, thick as the oldest trees and with high incentives, variety. Matching shades in society’s eye, imagine each it’s forbidden, mostly stolen begotten…
Month: September 2023
Love Notes From Life: Growing Pains
Sometimes, the reflection is deceptive, Sometimes, a smoking gun, just for fun. To keep the smolder burning… internally, anything to keep on blindly, deadly, dumbly bumbling. Fumbling unconsciously, instead of turning the lights on. A trail of tears following the breadcrumbs, sinking deeper into the deadly box Most else seems to conform more naturally too….
Undercover The Myriad of Mettle
Open my eyes. Devise. Device. Advice. Truth… I call to You, ADVISE ME! So many avenues of thinking. Demanding… Find me breathing, uncompromising… waiting, for the one that comes on a warm breeze. With ease. Peace. No low-hanging fruits from me. Only laws of the highest speaking, find sanctuary. Light. Bending. Mending all things. This…
New Syntax
Come closer. Now closer still. I see you, through the thrill. Bandwidth expanded, undammed. So they say… Time to play then. Here’s to never second-guessing again. Jump in… and start to place the rhythm. A given. This body to live in. Like all else, my breath, borrowed? No, given. A gift. What I do with…
Dear Arrogance, You’re See-Through…
You wound me. The lack of comprehension. Disappointing to say the least. But that’s the thing, Expectations ruin even the best dreams… So for the sake of any incoming… I am undressing to the tune of vulnerability. Forgive me if I do so lightly, trending. The water’s been cold and deep. I’m hovering. Never letting…
Little Boy Blue And The Man In The Moon… A poem for Love never lost..
There and gone; the physical blend, in a blink. So you think. A sink. I sink; you are funny. More to the story. More to the story… keep digging, little B. But these, look what we’ve done, they’re bleeding, after being bled dry… I cry. Little boy blue, come blow your horn… Holding my breath…
Honey Dew Seeds… (A poetic short story of the phoenix rising)
Hide. In private I cry. Honey leaking from my eyes. Sweetie, do cry, I whisper sanctuary to my insides. Ride or die. Purge to fly. Pressure release, Hands-on my knees, a twist of the key. The storm is rising. Don’t hold back lest our insides capsize and find themselves drowning. Profound lead. Indeed, I am…
Softly…
The touch of sundrops kissed in dew. The sense of accomplishment, when I hear you. The feeling of joy, when I sense our dancing… The manna I need playing on repeat within me. The music swaying my feet. Testing my waters until the cocktail is complete. I accept perfection; but never defeat. A waterfall is…
Standstill
All things, causing unease within me. I’m rising, standing still and listening, shining a light and asking for higher reasoning to season me into all that I’m meant to be. All ill will or unconscious restlessness wrestling to the surface of my being, be released, you savage beast in me, turn to water and lightening,…