we shared, we accomplished our mission. we exhaled, we scoped out the competition. with a reward in my hand, a popped bottle of champagne. chewing on my old thoughts, my future, and some romaine.  

One. Last. Chance. One last push, one last call to arms. One last proclamation, one last shaman’s charm, One last demand, For one last fight. For one lasting change. For one, for all, with all our might, With one passion, so intense, it seems deranged,…

(Words to be used – “Thus, then, did, they, celebrate, the, funeral, of, Hector, tamer, of, horses”) They did celebrate the life of Hector And made a funeral pyre. Achilles came against him. Both vowed only one would be left. Achilles’ rage would be unslaked…

Haunt me! If that’s the only way to feel you around me, then I guess I’ll have to learn to sage myself with good intention; not allowing you to stay while unprotected. Sweet surrender for eternity! Haunt me, never leave me lonely; even when you…

Free to LEARN by Peter Gray’s last line; “And then we will witness a full renewal of children’s capacities for self-control and desire to learn, and an end to the epidemic of anxiety, depression and feelings of helplessness that plague so many youth today.” ______________________________________…

Things Everyone Knows: Roses are Red And Violets are Blue Little Girls are Made of Sugar and Spice And Everything-Nice Little Boys are Made of Frogs-and-Snails And Puppy-Dog-Tails The Little Dog Laughed to See Such a Sport And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon…

The way to get out of my own way is to start every statement with, “You..” “You look terrified…!” “You must be enraged…!” “You have been through too much…!””You whatever you are in that moment…”   Not even, “I acknowledge You…” or “I see or…

Ideal Day Walking by the lake one early morning I heard the sirens call All precious things that the world can have But the most precious of them all Promised to be mine in the end Was the auctioning of one ideal day Where I…

Birth of the Suns Cosmic light rises inside the darkness That the mountains envelop Stealing its golden hue Entrapped in the folds of the sky And slowly spreads Hour 5 @varenyas

Last Line for Tayo   These stories We have heard them before The places remain Only the names have changed It seems quite steady Always, already Does something sound different This time around? Like the facsimile has faded The ink ran dry Things dropped off…