for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
Can addiction to joy be compared to that of sadness? Can the lost little girl drink tea with the Hatter and all his Madne… If love is the nature of the soul,
I write because my head gets cramm… Then I continue to write because… Where is all this coming from? What more is there? What happens when I stop taking t…
Dreams dead. Hopes burned to shreds. Reality hit by a lightning bolt. Perceptions of an identity lost, Ego in revolt.
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
I will be able to fully Be with o… when I am fully present with mysel… I will be able to learn to trust o… when I learn to trust myself. When I let go of ego, the need fo…
Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?
Thank you, la luna, for cleansing… for helping me take off my lenses… You give the greatest example of a… empowering me to learn from what i… Your ways are gentle yet profound,
The older I get the more articula… What is the wind saying? Hey dude, I hate everything you d… Hating you won’t make you suck any… Hating you won’t make me suck any…
Little girl, you’re as pretty as a… Standing there all sheep and shy,… You’re a field of flowers of vario… here to inspire beauty and bring p… Let those bees stop by and pollina…
Like fire I’ll spark passion within your hea… alive and bright! Like water I’ll rinse you of insecurity and f…
So many facets of the mind make li… we can be so alive and feel like w… we can be dying and feel so alive we can have calm surroundings and… we can live a midst violence and h…
Sitting on a fence behind me is devastation & destruc… the lifestyle most chosen familiar full of false comforts
Potential is not lived up to when… Loneliness is less-experienced whe… Tolerance is Lover when ignorance… Patience is Mother when suffering…
Child, sad child, where do you go… Are you embraced in truth, able to… Or are you trapped in hell, awaiti… Do you picture yourself as capable… or are you devastated by past fail…