Random Morning Thoughts: Time is a Slum Lord

We wake up slowly, most of the time. But before we know it we are speeding away from home either on foot to catch the train or in our car. Some may be riding bicycles, or we share a cramped taxi. We hurry to work, to school, to the doctor, or who knows where. Oftentimes… Continue reading Random Morning Thoughts: Time is a Slum Lord

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Whisper near the Field

This is an old poem with a face lift. It is amazing how a picture and a few simple line changes affect the outcome of a story. It ended up being a little racier than expected, but hey, it's poetry and poetry isn't all mushy googly eyed sappiness. #TheFieldofHearts #Soon Its subtlety makes it strong.… Continue reading Whisper near the Field

The Masquerade

Far beyond the reach of thought He stepped into the unknown hesitating, First one foot then another He stepped into the cold chasing, He peered toward the future Dancing into the unknown masquerading He held his breath far too long And beauty slipped into the unknown

Hunger

  Intolerable rage, Pain - Building and building Hunger like never before Hunger like never again. Growth of the unknown The bitter taste in the end. There is no danger in the seen, Heartache is leftover envy. Intolerable rage, Pain – Subsiding yet fighting. Hunger like never before Hunger like never again. The hand of… Continue reading Hunger