A new day Like 18,322 she had awakened to before Black to gray to white Darkness to dawn to light Exactly the same And completely new A new day

Soft sad cries just beyond my bedroom door Her world may be ending, as I try to steal some more time, in the quiet cool darkness. I have no choice, pleading for my own sanity makes no impression. I relinquish and follow her down the…

Willows weeping waterfalls, When watchful wraiths wager wishes, Where webs weave worthiness, While wildlings whisper wickedly. Wrongful wishes wash within, Witches wielding wildfires, Warrior’s wits withstand wisely, Winning with wet woodcuts. Willows wilts, weeping waterfalls, Wicked witches whine, warring warriors win, Watch with wisdom, Wagering…

Give me that fire whose light Eliminates my mind Give me that fire whose heat Will burn veils of eyes Give that fire whose flames Will burn and melt my ego Completely and fully I, surrender myself Jumping into this Ocean of love and compassion…

9AM Post Writing from here today a bit strange The house is quiet I like this Had trouble with my CD player for music it’s working now Had trouble learning to post figured it out, I hope Already 40 minutes past the hour Wow, time…

II “Softly, softly now”, she whispered. Fragile voice, trembling hands- brushing against my cheek. Tender love on fingertips. Illuminated skin chasing off the shadows in pale blue light.  

and so it began like christmas morn anxious and excited i gather my thoughts my words wrapped up like little shiny gifts under wrap and foil and bows. here i sit…waiting patiently to be inspired.

“add-orexic” she was a straight-C math student who hated graphing fractions, in a flood of A’s and extracurricular until she started skipping lunch the excuse sounded something like the half an hour to do homework was more mandatory than the menu in two months she…

Hour 1 – 6:00 AM    What I have learned throughout the years. A Poet’s worst nightmare is living here. Where imagination is doubted and un-encouraged at best. Where we both know; you and I whats next That no test can determine the length of…

In a world of black and white, she was the color. By not her vivid beauty, yet by the smile, through her suffer. Poised in her position, authentic in her vision. Never altered by her ego, faithful to all her words written.        …