In my dreams Whether experienced in the waking Or upon sojourning slumbers shore Is seen the visage of a rose aflam… It drifts there in the vacuum of m…
for the one who has ears to hear nature calls
We watch captivated The quiet intensity Of a stage made larger than life And then With but a whisper
Eve my tattooed nun with eyes that see more than I could ever convey with breath and body
** the Hatter speaking with a deckhand while searching for the Seamstress (the Hatter sings) Your left handed rhymes remind me of a woman I heard about... not so long ago... or was it s...
i found myself at a party hanging with some friends when a pretty
a poem about laundry? sure ... I could pull it off
sometimes i watch and wonder about how perfectly flawed WE are born
Part way into some deep meaningful conversation – in a half serious tone I say “Philosophy is the hope of the resolved, the settled, and the fixed... It teaches us that Life wants to ki...
the lemon drops whilst the sugared kiss
THERE IS MUCH HERE TH… BUT MORE AND MORE TH… MADNESS YES MADNESS
Faith is not a science Yet it seeks to invoke wisdom and understanding Faith is not a nature Yet it desires to shape our reacti…
*when asked to describe my eyes ...i suppose... from what they observe they are expressive empathic
to fish quietly taught by his absence to be
the shadows of the invisible blanket me covering my flesh my hot thoughts