The string of truth A fine line that pierces deep within At first your breath is taken away For a split second where you feel nothing But you instinctively know its coming That excoriating pain, that sudden jolt The thud that sends tremors through your…

Three minutes. I’ve made worse decisions In less time and lived To write this poem. Two minutes.

The line was drawn People have won Now is the time When one moved on.. It was difficult to go through Still life goes on.. To win is not the victory Sometimes loosing does the trick..

Work and poetry, The two are incredibly hard To mix together.

children taste the sweetest the way I lure them in with just the very idea of appeal they prefer their own ideas swimming in pink imaginations I do not ask them questions I give them answers and they learn how to ask midnights are double…

some people don’t play mental games. they play tetris, maybe walk the dog at the same time on the hour of every single day that they wake up and they’re breathing and they’re okay. some people play chess. because they want something to change but…

Wiccan lore is simple: ‘And harm ye none, do as ye will.’ Think of the reams of legal paper that would be saved, If everyone just did that. It would also engender common sense- Something that is currently lost to carrot and stick mentality.

It’s the end of the day I’ve had a lot to say The movie was fun I sat on my bun Lunch was on fire I sat down beside her And the actress kept moving away At the end of the scene We walked away…

Fireworks booming outback not in my yard What can I do? What should I do? Nothing, I’m up all night tonight.

Immersing self in self Serenity of grinding And blending Purifying my mind And heart Aroma infused within me Immersed in that Reaching a deep state Of tranquility Fall in love, The sound of Pouring, You are in me, I am in you.