“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie themselves.” -Hermann Hesse At nightfall, … Continue reading
A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading
The onethat gasps in delight at your sight.the onethat makes you gasp in delight while in your sightyou know the one,whether you feel it in your dreams makes no differenceeven when you reach the altar of the darkened starif you … Continue reading
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
I’m trying to figure out this place, the what and where, the why I have arrived and how to return without the baggage. Where else does one go but the wilderness for answers, for she doesn’t sling any distractions our … Continue reading
Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading
We’re not concerned with that second prediction on its way, nor the others to come. We play our hand day to day which mostly involves balls. While my oldest prefers a prolate spheroid shape to amuse himself with, the younger … Continue reading
For some time now I’ve been pursuing clarity on what I would and would not accept in all my relationships. I bade adieu to my once accepting fawning and codependency relationship of my last couple of decades of my life … Continue reading
dreams above her crown, fervor within her heart…no end and no beginning. I see this not only in her but many children. They knew what they would be up for…they didn’t get here to be seated without a sound. At … Continue reading
A Beguiling Sky We plonked ourselves on the grass from behind the linked fence to watch limber and sun kissed limbs in motion under this beguiling sky. Streaming rays dousing us with relenting candor deep into our cells not long … Continue reading
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