The street light screams At the emptiness below Holed up An invisible war Lying down our fancy For others not able Kindness rings Our windows sing And rooftops emptied In a glorious Sound Unearthed By what lies Invisible within Each of Our hearts
I watch, as this world rolls by. It’s not smooth, But it has a way Of showing up Spliced.
My thought bubble just burst... It is not you, against the world. Last time I checked, the world didn't know your name. It’s big, you’re small. A speck of dust in the wind. That’s how much power you contain. ~~~ Unless, The world opens up And swallows whole One person’s Chant Their absolute rant. Then … Continue reading Talking to you…The Herd 8/9/19
The sky’s exhale takes flight, I’m drawn Beneath its branches. The law of Attraction is simple. The inexplicable Beauty of The trees breathing in the breeze. A gift of life in motion So pure, unaltered to the naked eye. Praised by The attention Of those who see. Just as it’s supposed to be, I want … Continue reading My Reverie – June 13, 2019
Through the crinkles of time These telling cracks Hold my body Together. With all it’s wear and tear The beauty within Exudes. I stand up tall, Claim my place, Here In this tick of the clock. ***This poem was Inspired by a beautiful vase from The Alchemist's Studio
Let me live amongst the clouds. Airy and light, Everything has to be right.
By the time You decide It’s too late. Universe, Please, don’t let that be my fate.
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019
Does the world seem too big? Am I speaking out loud? My voice seems to be lost in the static.