Heart clambers flights of steps Touring empty hallways Between each chamber in The enigmatic maze that is you. Within, I had once lost sense of direction, Curling around the flitting green foliage Only to happen upon another stalemate My stride to pursue trips On overturned…

Overgrown A pond with no fish in it A bridge To things you may regret Rust The city in shambles Overgrown Choked by life Ignored in part by spite Waiting Dull yet vibrant.

Spend your money on tithe and lecture on ink and paper Debate a billion convinced with philosophy and ritual and best-sellers The best way to mess with their fragile heads is to exist in nature while daring the sanctuary to tear down itself

And the rain the rain pouring down so hard so hard Wash it all away all away   The betrayal betrayal And the rain the rain Promises loving care rebirth rebirth Forests bloom and flourish bloom and flourish   Promises kept promises kept Deserts dry and acrid No…

Cujo Fido Hamilton, III Walked up to my door and left a turd. He peed all over my porch rail, Looked straight at me and wagged his tail. He bit my cat. He trashed my car. He and his dog have gone too far! Smug…

Prompt 3: Masked Motto While rushing in the morning for work, my diary pages whispered– “You got this!” Dried leaves crunched  underfoot screamed as I crossed the avenue “You got this!” Reached workplace. Phone buzzed with a default daily reminder– “You got this!” As I…

” …all of the past and all of the future, …meet and forever meet, at one single point, now.” The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav (173) A terrace of shiuli die at the feet, cajoling a scent out of the remorse a rainbow at your navel…

I am incapable, and undeserving of love Scars written on a heart Hanging heavy with hurt I am incapable, and undeserving of love Faltering and fumbling Frustrated and fucked up I am incapable, and undeserving of love Grasping for reality Imprisoned by my mind Seeking…

I’ll fall for you, full circle Let your voice encircle me A litany If there’s a God they’ll be hearing me Sing your praises with my heart silently Too shy to brag but I’m proud of you It’s true. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m…

Look at the dirt. The soil which sustains life: Twisting roots anchoring, Gathering and delivering. The bugs which feed it all: Laboriously collecting, Climbing, marching, dying. Look at the dirt and say: “This is good.” Look at the water. The streams that ripple: Cleansing and…