Standing
firmly feet planted
chin tilted up to the skies
reflecting the dance of clouds
across green gold eyes

another Year into the archives of life

I've been walking, working, driving,
typing, watching, writing, talking
but in spite of all my motion
i am floating in stillness within
encompassed by calm
drifting wide eyed
a waking dreamer

I leave them as voicemails to a special friend, and decided to journal them as a means of remembering what I said and when. (In an actual hard copy ol fashion non pixel type paper journal that is ( Read more... )

I am not a poet
only a modest manipulator of language
pages my canvas

words
my paint

Yet worlds await
days to begin
nights to fall
and magic to create

at the tips of my fingers

strings loose fluttering ( Read more... )

Left over halloween candy corn sitting near my desk...
the scent of it is overwhelming me

I may sugar OD just by proximity

buffeted about
ups and downs once again abound

been awhile since last i put pixel to this page, but the month wanes
and it has been a rough one.

And so I left fear behind me on the docks
into the depths
I watched for sharks but only found You
there in the cool blue
beckoning
welcoming
and I learned so much new

silence sits a golden eyed cat that has my tongue ( Read more... )