come
I am sure each step taken the light the dark leant us time… left us shaken
As if!! (wanderlust)
I don’t need all the anger from either side… so i go my own way. As I dally along, I feel their hot air suffocate my pores. Melt my peace. My mind is more twisted than my intestines these days. So I find a cool place in the shade and breathe out the bullshit and…
Maybe. Just Maybe.
Kinda ‘fraid to read on days when words bleed off pages… Just being me is a tragedy knowing directions circle flapping wings licking tongues ready to make the kill. So… is there a plan to right the wrong or steep longer in a stew cut-up songs keys askew melodies that don’t belong. Just being me…
hearts adjoin in pleasure, walking by
the world has chance to be and so do i and if all fails i remain in peace this day to watch leaves dance in lovely eyes hear cooing beyond the winding lane lips pressed against the quivering terrain the quiet settled amongst the ripple washed ashore to dreamily weave our tired cries and blanket…
Hate on me… i lied
What am i doing here this morning? Did i not say i was gone from WP? Well a thought entered my head after reading a post in a closed group i belong to on FB… and decided to share here as well. So, what is the group? Survivors of Suicide. A group i did not…
meditation on friday evening (alone)
what becomes of summer when it is the air we dread anticipation as the ripples form ice yesterday was common now all sound releases energy to gas bend near, dear scrape the fear leave marks of roots tangled your reaching fingers on high tide stir the memories deep inside glass houses and yellow rooms gleaming…
Thursday Door(s)
Realized i have not put up any of my door pictures of late… so, cheers, to the WP door fanatics… and quote gurus. “And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.” -A.A. Milne…
drum circle (seasons)
leaves at war with mother earth holding tightly to birth winter winds gusty march triumphant spring
phoenix street
personal musings unleashed…
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…
