I am given thought— When cleaning up a slimy sink; dishwater refreshed. Cleaning up a muddy mess. Pulling weediness. Like fresh breezes move the dust; motion frees my words. Give my thoughts a little gust— From mind’s rancidness.    

Weary eyes blink in the light Do we have to go mother? Yes, there is nothing for us here now But why? Life isn’t fair sweetheart I don’t understand You will someday Too far gone, the past already seems Even though it is one step…

Celestial reasoning resounding madness of a childhood abstaining from living and thinking except for that which is ingrained, not taught, not learned ingrained into your being it is what you are a vessel, a servant, a slave because heaven is a hierarchy there can be…

i know i’ll still fly even when you clip my wings i’ve got safety pins

The copper bar When polished correctly Could reflect your face The copper bar Held up Our drinks, food, sleepy heads and dreams The copper bar Was neutral ground Where we were all equal The copper bar Was where I sat As I watched the storm…

Each day I look around me, searching for those little things that lend a burst of joy, a feeling of refreshment to a stale day. Like a moth on an orange slice, I am captivated by those small things that too often go unnoticed. I…

Each star shines its way to Earth only to learn it has died. In this magical corner of our World, they slide down the fall instead, becoming one with the waters that reflect them.  

the butterfly prefers a slice of orange to the dense bouquet the ornamental roses and filler blossoms not at all to its taste

Even shorter form this time. My date’s here. 😉 

I will find you in your darkness and resurrect your deepest fears please love, whisper in my ears your secrets like black diamonds on your tongue that I’ll unearth hold close to me protected forever they will be