In the Pythagorean landscape The dog dug up the lettuce Scattering soil over the terracotta tiles Nothing so mystical to be unattainable And yet still so mighty to be venerable Protected from the rain My spider’s web caught each drop and rerouted it. By undoing…

Banked with hedges high, Azaleas pink and white. Lined with bark fine and red The path began its journey. Uneven cairns of small stones Like tiny cottages along Unseen borders of a road. Scuffing shoes as we Peered along curiously. Halfway down the curving ess….

Theres nothing wrong about having compassion for an other individual; but it’s a problem when you feel pity for a individual; doing thing because you feel bad for them isn’t a way to help them, sometime best thing to do; it’s do absolutely nothing, and…

A stake in my chest When I thought I was made of steel, I cling to the last thing that made me happy So that I may fall with a smile on my face. Even if I am bloody, Sore, weak, with my wounds weeping,…

sometimes i wonder if anyone has actually seen me i know with obvious senses they have whether through sight, smell, taste or touch but have they SEEN me the parts that sometimes aren’t what they appear the parts they have to engage look for dust…