Picture a field of blooming lavender Your hair shifting in the slight cool breeze Take in the smell of warm green summer At last my heart is at ease To linger upon a face of beauty To listen to the silence around me To long…

home   over and over these days I hear page edges curling in upon themselves so words fold upon words until nothing seems the same.   maybe this is how we return to words telling stories of destruction of ideas of places of people  …

Aspirations I wake to a caramel macchiato day sun broadcasting a gorgeous June morning and I am ready to face what it gifts me. I avoid naysayers who convince themselves they can’t do anything they want, can’t try to accomplish something sweet and special. Their…

Sandburg I’m Carl Sandburg, a poet. I’m not T.S. Eliot. If you want Rhyme, I haven’t got the time. But if you want Stackers of Wheat, Players of Railroads, Brawny Shoulders or Hog Butcher for the World, I give you “Chicago.” I’m not Bobby Frost….

This age is one of illusion lost within a dream Held by unknown spirits lurking close but never seen Hellish nightmares locked within the realms of slumber You want to know the truth … so do we all so take a number This is an…

“Wenn ich ein Chance bekomme, bin ich bereit.” – Was macht man mit einer Chance?, Kobi Yamada When the distance of the night seeps in, I get a nudge from you telling me you don’t want to be alone after you die. I tell you of…

you never see it coming, ya know? even when you kinda expect it there’s a way it sneaks up jumps you eyes all around alert expectation      yes, people out here      are trying to kill you ha! empty effort – no amount…

REVELATION ANGEL   aghast this angel amorphous fervor in a world before aliens leavened levitating a golden soul where we see only what we can circumscribe   so the lightning awakens alone one soul shredded on tomorrow where we come seeking endings making out our…

When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…

Escape Between the mute mansions light and shade plays out letting an unknown prisoner escape in the alley and sore up to the sky Hour 1 @varenyas