spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
forever pulled underthe waves, tears as blanketssome say stiflingI find comforting almostor perhaps onlyfamiliar a quick glanceand Ishudder, shudderwhat could becould have beenin realityin hindsighthind-thoughtsetting aside the emotionwas in the enda pipe-dream see the curling smokerising, twisting(hair around a finger)slowing becoming nothingexhaleanother wisp of… Continue Reading “Euphoria in Black Harlequin”
awaken, dreamer stretch and rise from your pillow there are stars held in the palm of your hand glitter in the corner of your eye glance and just miss the rustle of wings passing by flutter-by, flutter-by, flit, flirt, sip and fly on by… Continue Reading “Awaken, Dreamer”
First, cold, blinded, aimless the cold of distant loneliness blinded by the mundane aimless wandering with no real reason insignificant of little worth or value Then, a blue light glimmers gleams in the distance stood transfixed watering eyes produce frozen tears hand lifted, reaching,… Continue Reading “Braided Threads”
beneath a blanket of stars I dreamsqueeze full soul-yearn lift my eyes to the dome lips quivering, a whispered prayer heart-vision tugs pulls the words right from my throat I-love-you’s like wending ribbons greens and pinks in starstream weightless I rise, freedom-firstborn rain on… Continue Reading “Starstream”
One afternoon at the beach, I met with a murder (or mob… I think I prefer mob…) of crows. I flew amongst their midst and was accepted. *No audio, it was such a windy day all you could hear on the video was wind.… Continue Reading “Video: September 2020 Flying With Crows”
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”
I see you on your knees, as if in prayer or supplication, you are nearly weeping and there appears to be a heavy burden weighing on your shoulders and hands now a cloud descends, covers and engulfs you and the mist from the cloud… Continue Reading “A Vision I Had”
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