Under my fingers I feel his heart beat Inside my skin I feel him within Merging souls Into shared bliss Lighting me on fire With his softest kiss   My head on his heart With my ear to his chest However does he know What…

Stayed and settled, desperate refining pained rapture, Crushed neglect, conditioned to not seek my peace, Violence against self to hem-in, Back to those old school days With a Sunday letter written and master checked, When all is but debris, return to a familiar act. Craft…

It only had one font though two were available make an error, you’d have to erase it or simply start over again It had bells to warn you of impending margin disasters clicked like a zipper when aligning or removing paper There were ‘portable’ versions…

Too much A lifetime of vows Sharing of unmatched feelings Emotions deeply attached to each other Things left unsaid Aaah! the sighs of longing The same-time-same-place partings Too much… Aren’t we, aren’t we the destiny? Hour 16 @varenyas

B.B. King – Live at the Regal a wine colored vynl sticks out of my shelfs multicolored media jungle its printed in big letters beneath in red hot motion: the blues messiah, guitar slung over one shoulder belting out pure sorrow embellished by yelping sax…

My grandfather’s house didn’t have a telephone,  Loved ones lived on memory and good fortune,  For the longest time, distance carried such importance  That my grandfather was nearly heart broken,  When his house was finally filled, with distant voices I was fascinated with the idea…

There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it. -Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx There was supposed to be open space…

I found a receipt in an inspirational writer’s book It cried out to me about past time promises and desires Unfortunately, that was a decade or so ago.

I’m going emotionless again   Shawn messages after two months of mutual silence, I hear the ding and sigh, knowing it’s him, knowing he wants to talk, knowing I can’t take his words and make them new, let myself fall, his lies nipping my ears,…

known coverage of human activity seen in the colors of norm ways of human culture marvels of human desires still populist decision makers clashing at times   quarantine life existing due to the epidemic of a corona virus movement for order in the addressing a…