Do not allow your sense of self to interfere with your projected sense of awareness as you hungrily graze o’er the fields of these letters, words, sentences, and/or the semantic meanings thereof. And though I make no claim that what you feast herein upon will leave your intellectual appetite satisfied, I will however warn you…
A Reason To Fly Upon of Which I might convince Myself that i can write Would surely be the day of whence The Blue had left the sky So for now I’ll just pretend While I linger on these words And if you wish, while you read along Imagine…that you’re a bird. A bird that…
Even…For You To the lonely and busy mind Wherein regret doth creep therein Fret no more neath the shroud of thine envy For a time shall come wherein grief subsides And will no longer bear the wounded pride Of a self once chained to the woes of rejection To the lonely and busy mind Wherein…
The Journey Upon this Mountain’s edge serene Overlooking the view of a span of life Fear not the fall sit close to the edge For the view is not what It seems The pains, and the glory, and the undreampt strife The regrets, the mask, the sincere pledge As the wind carries passing dreams…
Endless Glow There she stood… arms outstretched Oh how her mind runs with impatience Beckoning to that coming embrace As an anxious stillness causes her to stare And into her arms fast a warmth unspoken Should she run… or should she just wait No voice could speak what love doth sing Whilst silence holds her…