Popping on to WP… to say HI! And to give everyone who follows my blog an update as to what I HOPE happens in 2019. First, and foremost, I have missed all of you lovely poets, artists and dreamers… HOPE you are well and busy as my world has been quite busy too. Beyond moving…
I haven’t been reading much blog posts. I find in my depressed moods i can barely emerge from my cocoon… and anxiety is worse to try and read. Is it selfish to wonder if others are reading me? Heck, i rebel against these letters. Yet, they some how keep the union strong. Unite against me.…
all these stories i read them… pause in the middle of the road to notice the caution sign turning cars approach from all directions i wonder where are the exclamation points, periods, and paranthesis? i find these neglected words dismiss traffic signs thickly settled, a clue to, too many people tracing the same thick yellow…
I want to change my blog. Im tired of this one… what the hell were any of these words for anyhow. I say… “burn all!” Sit. I write in vain most days. I approach the feelings inside and tape words to each thought. Most poems make no sense… but yet they are liked. Is it…
changing again i feel the swelling… the release leaving you behind lost been searching found a fragment where did this love come from and when did it arrive i turned it lay waiting pristine and all aglow when this love finds home will it ever go it is all too beautiful my hands heavy with…
In wonder i must be still or look and see it all gone in peace i will stay reside my heart in creation’s arms.
So a pig felt sheepish smeared on the blood fooled the mob with sugared words the wolves celebrated thinking they won their chance of open invites, to praise the pig’s charade parade goers soon realized complainers never connivers secretly worm their way into society to leave the rest feeling vulnerable -yes we swiftly succumb watch…
(Nonsensical words… that in the end, may make some sense.) i hate that i’m here i can’t walk away i swallow words regurgitate back print them on paper smash each crack success seems close the walk so long i buckle under your outstretched arm the finger the trigger the deadline looms your solution to watch…
A piano came with the house. And I sat down with wonder. How does one play a song? Through arched fingers i pound, as elegantly as possible. Or as angrily as appropriate. The sound reverberates around. Or did it begin, start within, to flow through my veins? And perch a tune on fingertips? Yes! piano…
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