My poet brain is still asleep in the bed. I listened to the song for hour two. I thought about the prompt and encouraged words to come, but no. I’m posting another haiku. I’m now behind, and considerably stressed though trying not to be.  …

The light within her shone bright, Splitting the darkness of the night. As she released it’s glowing spheres So she released her darkest fears. And all around, the people’s dreams Were filled with golden, dancing, beams.   The light within her reaching far, Met with…

Unlike other art, the written word cannot be consumed all at once, in a glimpse or a blink. Of course, anyone would want to stand in front of a painting for an hour or so to get all they can from it, but they do…

As it turns out it was all a dream Heaven is a place that we called a ghetto We woke up to find only the weak survived They are the ones that learned to depend and never worry Jokes on you! Only the peacekeepers and…

I’m trying not to be mad I’m trying not to cry I’m trying to keep my thoughts sorted out I’m trying to think ahead I’m trying not to let this kill me I’m trying not to stare at your ghost in the corner of the…

– A Lesson – A New Parable of the Buddha   Three mornings in a row, the Buddha sat and sipped his tea beneath the banyan tree. He waited for the coming of the thought that would define this way, this life. What’s more, his…

Seeking sun and sand and salty water, wanting all three in reach. I took a drive to the coast, to spend a day at the beach. Wanting time on my own, a desire to be all alone. I grabbed a towel, took a book, packed…

This night, as the air is dark The house sits still and I go back I’m back on the street with you Tears are soaking my face You pull me in for one last kiss And you leave.   That night, as I was alone…

Eternity Now Darkness emits its own light Pregnant in the womb of eternity Self-luminous life now Traverses its destiny Consuming time itself Resolutely … absolutely Death is certain For the grassroots are ripe And smaller hopes destroy bigger hopes. Hour 3 @varenyas

I stop noticing or caring about the edge of the guard railing digging into my thigh about 20 minutes ago. The wind tries to push me backwards. I lean into Zephyr. The water breaks along the sand and the whooshing rhythm fills my ears. Gulls crying…