Sometimes i feel like a leaf, being blown through the wind Sometimes I feel like I can’t change the flow of my life I feel like I can’t change my pace in this world that I face But somehow I’ve got to know what i…

Writing is a solitary endeavor. Whether in your room or in a public space, you are in your own head creating worlds out of electrical impulses and words. Sure, you look outward. You listen. You even converse, then take it all home with you, or…

instructions for spiritual living Walking hand in hand the sky and land become one Universe sees itself Through your eyes. You are the composer Maker of your own reality, Your destiny Work in tune And Harmony with nature Looking down at the path We get…

The neighborhood was older, when the newlyweds moved in, There was an age difference with the children, When the young family did begin. The land of make believe, became a refuge to pretend. The adventures in Narnia was a gift quite heaven sent.   A…

YES, it is true I am a combination Like you I am an angel and a demon A yin and a yang a black and a white A mixture of a wrong and a right Some days I’m easy at times I’m complicated I won’t…

in frozen wonderlands little succulent turtles grace the window sills white and plain   the green effusing the room with a gentle breath forgetting the depths of life are often grasped in plastic hugs   the succulents have dreams the turtles they weave will bear…

“Don’t be afraid,” say the dead-eyed tv anchors. “There’s nothing you can do.” Some desks are already empty bloodied silent devoured. People are barricaded inside homes, churches. They are not safe. No one is ever safe. eaten danger screaming devoured. It just feels so empty,…

When the sun rises, the light house rests. The mermaid meets him in the waves, accepting his seashell with a kiss. They lay together on the dock, intertwined and drunk on life. When its time to go, She holds herself up with her arms on…

i would have loved to grown up a better person. this is not a personal offense. merely an observation of the fact that   girlhood never seemed to suit me well. i was always too loud too out there too much too needy too much…

When your masks of pretend and deceit fall away, I’ll still be me. When your words slip, but cannot persuade, I’ll be the brutality that cuts the cord, in quiet whispers and kindness on the wind, ending in inevitable silence. You might see my visage…