Japanese Lanturne – borderline crossing

Watercolor Tears

watchthe worldgo whirling byin streaked colors ofcandied double vision gone awry—cry

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. Nothing.Her handsheld out, reachingempty spaces, vacuous trancessilence held in sacred spacemissing. A million trains travel through my head daily. I miss every damn train. I arrive at the depot, out of breath, with frantic nerves from tireless searching, and grief enmeshed between pores. Looking intoContinue reading “Unleashed Thoughts”

Hidden or Buried

swimming hole

i’m usually not found intentionally rhyming poetry happens around you and me, i swim gleefully through

october

a distant knock heard beyond Spring low hum of summer october seeds drown the mind winter dreaming awash in yellow petal captured

drum circle (seasons)

leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring

just

i will stand on my own before i jump in and swim with the crowd convictions

soar

pushing my feet can feel ground head in the clouds i will rise to fly paradise

faint.

why the sigh towards noon day i heard her say rabbit hearts crisp as wheat ripening

at the altar.

Exit left… continues. 4/25-6/22/18 pieces exist all about to afford the chance i be found beneath rubble kicked aside Merry-go 4/25-6/22/18 lost and wild she twirled around the story ever changing each token took to spoken unbound Silence engulfs. 4/25-6/22/18 why i am i am not here to garner attention i am here to figureContinue reading “at the altar.”