Hour 8- Music for the Soul

The melody tumbles through the atmosphere Ebbing and flowing in a delicate symphony. Nudging my senses towards a climbing crescendo Dropping me with the ease of floating imagery. I detect sadness tinged with melancholy tears A rush of hope and empathy mixed in. A cacophony…

Hour 8: Alone in the Stars

I want to be among the stars, Not to find something that we don’t realize exists yet, But the exact opposite. I want to be alone among the stars, Be the biggest part of this Universe As it exists only for this one body. I…

Coffee

Cannot begin a day without it Offers me comfort and caffeine Fills me with energy to get up and go First cup must be down before speaking (or can be spoken to) Every sip warms my soul and chases sleepiness away Each morning is a…

Warrior’s Home Hour 8

In response to Max Richter’s – On The Nature of Daylight Trudging home mud caked boots armor dented and bloodied No longer the loud rebuffs no longer boisterous guffaws their song silenced by war No honor this no glory found only friends bodies strewn across…

Hour 8

In the woods that is our hearts There live the trees that whisper dark secrets, The brambles and pumpkins that leer And the paths shrouded in mist. Priests and teachers try leading us away, But crows and skeletons of our past Dance and grin and…

Clarity

Time only moves forward transitions happening from one breath to the next I inhale Deciding to move along whom to leave in my wake I can’t help the weight of you I exhale [Prompt Eight: response to Sylvan Esso, “Funeral Singers”] I love this song!…

No love in war land

No Love In War Land! Ever seen your lover Pushed to the ground By the vomit of a merciless bazooka With an heart- piercing sound The hair of the man Which you caressed so tenderly Is all bloody For he’s been shot! His crystal eyes…

Hour 8 – The Midnight Sky

The possibilities are endless as I look out at the specks of light stars light years away but clear as the day of night… this is why my dreams are possible

Back Alley Black Bin

scarf threadbare knotted and twisted wafts of Chanel from the black bin his last meal decomposing the rat dines wearing pearls      

Hour 7: Mortality and Moonlight

What I Know for Sure About Mortality    Is that there is no age limit on backyard games because will all become ground, tree, or grass and it is always kind to get to know your neighbors    That nothing hits the soul quite like…

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