Poetry
Winters Gaze
shimmering glass marred and muddled reflections of precise crystals; soft down blankets of warmth filled with smiles and laughter. February 2010, for Poetry, in the style of Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro
shimmering glass marred and muddled reflections of precise crystals; soft down blankets of warmth filled with smiles and laughter. February 2010, for Poetry, in the style of Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro
Goddess, I ask for you to grant my words the ability to float on tongues to fly through the air ever so gracefully. To be detailed down to the very atoms of ink and paper they absorb into. Yet to be as simple and comprehensible as ones native language. Always Read more…
In a world of contradictions we speak within boxes sitting table high we think the cages of humanity on the brink of destruction our feelings and emotions bound to leak our morals and ethics and yet still, we fight through the suicidal, comical humor toward some other end on and Read more…
The world turns and the wind blows I watch my life drive on and on the sun rises and the rooster crows A new dawn that I face ahead the stars shine the moon glows A love I never realized the seas crash the volcanoes blow Until I killed it Read more…
Each day we wake here and there, to all places that catch our minds, listening to the wilderness. We talk to it and stand in awe of what it seems to mean to us. The bustling people and speeding cars. This is the wilderness, calling us all. Unknown Date