when blue flames play games weaving through neuropathways brain can trick the soul   the spiritual calls spirituality falls icons prey upon   can you find your way if you allow others to say which god to pray

I just wanna go home. But the park I came to roam: So that I could be alone. .           No electronic prisons or cell-phone. .                                 …

Shares. The brokers holds. In JP Morgan, and Chase Banks. Days after days. To win, win. There future. Investments, Once again.

Christmas Snow (Hour 10 – Half Marathon 2021) I have wandered among the snowflakes Wondering what it is about the end of December That everyone loves snow I live in a city And snow becomes Dirty and slippery On the sidewalks and streets We cannot…

Prompts Hour Ten the darkest angel proclaims the suns returning God’s deliverance.     Posted on June 26, 2021 6:00pm EDT by The Poetry Marathon Text Prompt Write poem about any holiday in December/early January. Contributed by Nancy Ann Smith.

While it may not be official it’s the sweetest holiday to me the final week of classes before winter break The clackity-clack of the keys as students pound out their final thoughts documenting sources MLA One by one they shuffle to the printer as it…

Storm clouds fill my mind, anger smolders, barely checked, thoughts reigned, nothing’s right.  

— Using the image — {TRIGGER WARNING: Resources below}   The Angel’s blue glow, surrounds everything I know And instills a feeling in my chest — Sweet promises of safety and rest. And within the blue glow, There’s a fire that I know; Your soul…

I will find any reason to celebrate you my love   I want to shout your name from a moving car letting the fields know that you are warm warmer than the sun that nourishes them   We move in sync, your hand on mine…

Autumn. Spring, and summer. When the crops are picked. They will come. When you call on them.