I blossom if you stay rooted in me.
"Embrace now, what are you waiting for?" You can die or you can live. You can complain or you can give thanks. You can go or you can stay. You can frown or you can smile. You can cry or you can laugh. The choice is always yours.
When I cross the finish line, It'll be clear that mother nature has run her course. Clairvoyance of the now, I can foresee. A vulnerable reality. For my meek heart only thinks in terms of accomplished disappointments. There's not enough ointment to heal these wounds, Mind buried in a tomb, Beautiful soul, ticking boom! Blahs. I… Continue reading Lucid Dreams
I want to be free. Untrained, re-framed, re-formed, A virgin me. Let me go, Cleanse me, No ego, No evil, I want to see. No longer your slave, Afraid, Not brave, I beg and plead. For I possess a song, Unsung, Undone, Left hung, I now run.
If ever I wonder, It'll be to enchanted imaginations where life is a field of wildflowers. A wonderful existence where bees spread their sweetness to those who love. Where joy is ever flowing and time is that of only the mind. Where dreams are in vivid color and fantasies are happening as I envisioned. Where… Continue reading If Ever…
Basking in the Sun. Leaves. Summer's Morning.
I understood her antipathy. For even in my vulnerable moments, I could hardly swallow my own words. And I knew she was different. But somehow the forgotten became the recalled and I blacked out to insecurity where breathing was merely a way of survival and not a way to regain focus. The cycle of cyclones… Continue reading Rhythm & Blues
I don't know when I came out of denial. But I know that denial was the crippling justification of any existence. The sheer concept of disregarding the truth or negation of logic as Webster so elegantly puts it. I wonder. I wonder why the reflection of our demons is hard to face. The trivial energy… Continue reading The Art of Denial
Pages turned, bridges burned, the victory is my defeat.
You saw a sign that said "Home for Sale." You parked your car and decided to give it a look. There is a lawn with little grass and a few weeds but one lone flower emerges from the soil. Entry-way highlighted by 100 watt bulbs that give light to dark rooms. Smells like fresh paint on… Continue reading Under Construction