In a world without shoes My toes are happiest submerged in coastal sand Tickled by sea foam.

I shall bide Beneath the earth And yes, I’m well aware of How that sounds Then he opened his eyes Well then…. What are we waiting for? So that the blunt monster Will give us all A crock of gold And three wishes His open…

You are dazzlingly beautiful these scintilla of your beauty could in tumescence light up the heavens each night ….and if you smiled, a thousand universe would be set aglow with an actinic light!!

I was born scar on my face I was made fun of for it Everybody would laugh Except for one boy He looked mad He made me feel less freakish I want to thank him He made me think people could be good

Three hundred eighty seven steps circle up the Notre Dame bell tower, each ascending revolution a private penance counted silently by gargoyles standing guard, until finally the entire city unfolds below. Ancient demons flick your ear, beg you to cast yourself down. And you wonder……

Thunderstorm cascade From unending darkness Irrational fear clasps The clinging mind.. Seema Sahoo – ©

Part XVII In another dream, blood soaked rags are holding my brain inside my head and my own gravy is running down my elbows, pouring onto a dusty ground that bounces up when the moisture hits; No doctor can suture the damage done by life…

I hate the compete, I hate it as much as I hate her, I don’t hate her though, I hate what I allowed her to do to my emotions, was I weak, or honestly hurt, what happens to us when we are hurt, it’s like…

i smelled the burning rubber the metal against concrete echoed through the street like the headlining band of the day. the glass beer bottle hitting asphalt–the encore

Childhood dreams drifting Disappearing out of sight Gone forevermore