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Birth

...I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlighten...

To Rise Above Our Age

...
     She awakened to a world she did not know
        where fair maidens dress the world does show
     their charms in unseemly, wanton pose
        cast off their virtue ere their beauty glows...

Love

...love is a weird concept,
I’ve never quiet grasped it,
I’ve never experienced love,
Not like that anyway,

The love I know is seeing my friend after months of not speaking,
It’s cuddling my cats...

SONNET OF LAMENTATION

...
Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my lov...

Years That Ask, Years That Answer

...Winter storm. 
Question marks 
fall like snow 
on shoulders bent 
with seeking.

Hollow caverns 
where certainty 
once lived
echo chambers 
of why.

Face pressed 
against cold glass. 
F...

evanesce

...
( for Mom )

I’ll treasure dear while growing old
          I clasped your hand til it waxed cold
               a warm so gifted - touch and breath
     thus torn from me by time and death

...

His Broken Soul

...His Broken Soul 

I was a spark in morning’s light,
But that... has faded out of sight.
I don’t know, Father—do You forgive?
Yet clouded with pride, I struggle to live. 

My heart bleeds.
I o...

Lost

...A child with eyes like stars, so far
away, she wonders, loud.
She fears, ‘How can she be.’ Afar
her thoughts, they’re deep; a shroud.
Buries her head in mother’s lap.

Her mother dreams in this...

Respect from the hawks

...Near the yard, I heard the mother bird's loud cluck, 
A signal to pull a sly trick on the hick. 
Yuck! Her chicks all ran wild and scampered amok, 
Scattered by the bumpkin swinging a big stick.
...

Race Track Thinking or My Mind's Raceway

...Race Track Thinking

16… little did I know the initiation began. 16 is hard enough navigating adolescence. Hormone dumping, the anguishing struggle to fit in any way—- relinquishing my individualit...

Race Track Thinking

...Race Track Thinking 

I didn't choose an ADHD brain. At times a random whispered thought, barely connected, pops in uninvited, insistent to be acknowledged and immediately included in my conversati...

A Change of Pace

...He staggers,
where once he counted steps
he now counts unsteady footfalls.
Life has become a minor earthquake
an aftershock still trembling
at the core of a wincing mind.

Many years ago, aunt...

Nothing

...

Does it come or is it just here
It’s weight unknown
No colour no form
A gratitude of love
Enormous as it’s space
Never grasped in mortal finger
Gods first apartment
The end some might reac...

To understand me means to walk on a path of thorns in velvet

...To understand me means to walk on a path of thorns in velvet,
where the perfume of roses deceives the lungs with its sweetness,
while blood silently flows and waters the earth beneath.
I do not wi...

I Am

...

                                                    I Am 

                           I am matter transformed to human shape
                        Through light energy to the earth`s landsca...

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