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Winter Glow and Soft New Life Photography
The winter glow is like magic to my soul. I find myself unable to look away. The chill buries itself in my bones, but it’s not unwelcome. Gone are the long overheated days of summer with its unrelenting sun rays and sweat on my… Continue Reading “Winter Glow and Soft New Life Photography”
Spiral Artist
I was flying amongst the clouds Floating and one with the salty sea air The breezes ruffling my feathers The sun upon my wings and my beak Turning my head First one eye then the other I spied from high above the oceans swells… Continue Reading “Spiral Artist”
The Mad Puppeteer
his fingers dancing, flicking manipulating and twirling the strings attached to my cracked open heart he made it look easy his wrist barely moved and I fell down at his feet his thumb lifted and I begged his forgiveness I’m under his spell this… Continue Reading “The Mad Puppeteer”
Christmas Muse – Collaboration
I’m just a humble poet with very little need Making people happy my one true deed Inspirations come in all shapes and measures But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures Lay on the bed and wait for me Crack the window… Continue Reading “Christmas Muse – Collaboration”
Havoc and Consequence
My veins have turned metallic There’s a coppery taste in my mouth I’m dizzy and I’m sure I’m gonna vomit Splinters in my hand Easily slips through my fingertips Picking at scabs Weeping pus from oozing eyelids The squeaking of the gurney’s wheels Echos… Continue Reading “Havoc and Consequence”
A Journal for Damned Lovers
Days without you in them are barely days at all. Almost doomed to repeat and stagnant for I want every kiss in the morning with you and every cuddle good night. I want to be your countertop lunchtime hug and mid afternoon on my… Continue Reading “A Journal for Damned Lovers”
The Mush From The Hill
I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and… Continue Reading “The Mush From The Hill”
Poet Of The Light
She thinks she’s ugly She thinks she’s unworthy She thinks she’s a freak She doesn’t see herself the way I see her Look through my eyes, you’ll see She’s beautiful and lovely Her eyes speak volumes and her smile is sincere She’s special and… Continue Reading “Poet Of The Light”
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