3. Desire

Solitude breathe deep for broken dreams suppress the lungs in  denial. Beauty, in it’s desolation, ravaging in reclamation… all is impermanent. (Alpenglow, beneath the snow, has purchased much desire) Where promises despair whispered in the air abandoned as mercurial desire.      

Prompt Three

Prompt three: because alike and unlike – the cabin in disrepair paint stripped, doors and windows unclosed so anyone can walk in especially the air that rips through in frigid blasts abandoned and unabandoned – like the house that sits empty, but for the frost…

Fire & Water

Fire at your fingertips Fire that leaps from your perfect lips Fire that heats all of what I am Fire that burns in your epigram At length, you and I are endlessly drawn You of the sun and I of the sea Slipping through sunsets…

Prompt 3

There is no true line of division in time Past or Future Present is an instant a second and its all over like sand particles and ocean shores it washes away like dust no line of division like pain like love like life at some…

To my cat

Dearest companion of twenty plus years, How you make me laugh, your fur dries my tears. From Missouri to Georgia, together we went. You are a gift to me, you are heaven sent. You’ve detected bugs in the house and a dishwasher leak, Your meows…

Hour 3 : Eternity Now

I just want to be dead Wish to sleep on my last bed This world has a fever and fret Barren land wants to be wet Eternity is the state of mind Taste the death if you want it find Among the masses I am…

#3 Let there be Light

I wish I could emanate light in one, long, straight shot to the world to say I am here, I am alive I am ok. But a long time ago I lost that light Illumination was taken from me when I could not defend myself….

Bennu

Hour Three- she soaked her dreams, yearnings, anxieties, and hunger in the aroma of mulberry paper- her favorite among other aromas spicy, torrid, arid, humid and provocative.   her unbounded spirit and hunger savor cactuses, orchids and ambrosia- between mythical pauses: her spiritual cauldron persists…

Deeds

My deeds which I did, Required a strenght to read . As in time, Is the nicest crime  I attempted to fail, is to love avail To connect with someone and be in jail.

Hour 3: Journey of Self

Forlorn, Forlorn, my smile has gone Do come if deep concern to be shown Every moment my heart was aching Still tried to live for my darlings saking Ruminate for awhile, what I felt All matters how were to be dealt  A long journey of…