Pessimism

There is no mercy in this life except in it’s ending,  even that is not always  promised well.   What force holds sway these dark shadows from the light of day?   *Depression is a sane response to an insane world.

Words

In silence we hoard  our words,  gathering them  into ourselves,  cherishing syllables,  adoring every letter’s forming  shape  and sound,  that feels like curvatures  in space sparking fires that art  for release

Conversations we never had

“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health  

Past expiration

blinded windows shuttered darkened, cluttered space metaphors a lifetime of holdings past expiration   a thirsty tangerine parched, arid throated rested on a dusty shelf waiting for spring dew never being realized   even deserts are deserving of tears   underwhelming this concern overwhelms intended words a great one for proselytizing the follow through leaves…

Legacy on a blank page

How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain   Is it a mere…

Remembrance

  Resting on a crooked smile my heart flutters Conveying a simplicity of being, a transcendence Reminding us of what we already know yet so often fail to recall   In dismembering there is  inevitability a disconnect from our truest self . The source from which all joys flow Like a crystal clear stream ambling…

Gathering Rain

In quietness waters gather reflections of passages recorded with each procession Far too often time blurs a grasp of lines   So much taken for granted, errantly replaced Brief times of loss in-between joys… Surely within every atom thrives a void   This tangled mind to rise above an unraveling of lifetimes To live moments…