Depression is repression, You make me open up my doors, A beautiful conflict presides inside, A whirlwind that’s now yours. So sorry to say, Contradicting issues mucks up my mind, Anger blinded crusade, For innocence, I’ll never find. Don’t let… Read More ›
I never met Bonita Applebaum but I’ve been serenaded with the song it didn’t turn me on but we danced all night long I’d visit El Segundo if I had a chance wouldn’t leave my wallet but I would drop… Read More ›
Shielded by the dead of night A homestead is alight With neon-colored potions and plans A lone and crooked frame Weaves back and forth Through the nurturing silence Where his madness may grow Into an outburst of genius Where his… Read More ›
Whooshing and whirring, It’s the clouds dripping onto my feathers, Seeping into my soul Warning its hypnotized bliss; Waxing into creases of a new dawn. And no more do I need feathers Or a crown of flowers; Only my wings… Read More ›
My Love… Surrendering all of me to you Blood dancing, surging, flowing My heart… Broken, as I blaze straight into the Autumn sunset Cheeks the color of crimson My Sweet… Drowning ourselves in admonition Completely confined by the distance between… Read More ›
Martine walked along the street looking up at the streetlights. The full moon stared down at her bent head. “Why look up?” She thought, following her feet with her eyes. “The world is round, God is good. So what!” She… Read More ›
My reflection is dim and jaded Unfinished goals sit weak and still This heart beats numb and faded How did my dreams used to feel? I’m struggling to let brokenness go To renew my peace and my mind. New growth… Read More ›
The hour is late; the door is open. The streets are silent; the moon is crescent. The sounds of footsteps peter softly in the night’s dark vacuum. The lost souls of daytime meet beneath the blackened sky of a moonlit… Read More ›
Any paper of a passionate page that bends the words so far they finally fold to the side of the others will cause an effect crease its crumpled core balling and then straightening up trying to forever unfold without one… Read More ›
Just before you doze off to sleep you hear them outside the window in the garden on a hot summer night. A band of nomadic gnomes known as the Yellowbelly Scuttlebutts. True musical morticians who play the razzmatazz jazz of… Read More ›
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