Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls. Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm.
When stress begins to take control. Begin to think of time as whole. . Streams keep flowing as you think, And death takes men with every blink. One foot in fire; One in ice. Arms outstretched in depth and height. . A child dies within the womb, A flower dances in it's bloom. Love’s first... Continue Reading →
Beware the path of instant dread, That easy stream inside your head. Red herrings swoop and plague your brain, "What could be? Is it me? Conclusions falling cold as rain. . Infant thoughts so soft and small, While waiting longer for a call. Clawing, scratching, desperate plea. "What to do? Not a clue!" Don't follow... Continue Reading →
The broken are the kind Who feel the pain in life They try to pull your strife Inside they feel the knife The broken are the wise Who wear a smart disguise They make your spirit rise Inside they shrink in size The broken are the warm Who feel the constant storm They hold you... Continue Reading →
A week of trekking through torrential rain has my energy depleted, but as I turn my eyes to the sky I see her. The oldest tree in existence. I fall to my knees beneath the terrifying branches that hang over me like the pain of time pressing on my chest. In my delirium I get... Continue Reading →
The Vile Mint 