Tearstwinkle, as the well up in your golden-green eyes,emerginglike a spring, they trickle down your soft,hardened disguise.Holding onto a storyuntold,like the beaver’s dam,nature’s forcewill help you let go. Let it pour,let it crash,let it come unhinged,as the fear and the shame,are carried offwith the stream.Let the dark cloudsbrew their big storm,and release the pressureof the […]

A question emergesfrom the abyssof a dark mind,fear,hope, wonder, of divine’s intervention.When is the right time…to act, to speak,or to turn the other cheek?Which track am I on and did I go wrong?I hear that soundof a beautiful song, ringing in my earsas I wallow in this painof wonder,of uncertainty,of a darkness that seems like

Eyes,looking inmagnified reflections,of emotion and sin.A wrinkle,in time,cradles the smilewith a curve,stretching the mile.Happiness returns,as wings reappear.Laughter erupts,as bricks crumblefear,of foreseen realityso far but so near.A close shave,and a twinkle so dear,while the peace plant grows,and the sky becomes clear.Shine down, oh sun,as we bask in this cheer.

The torch is lit,activating wit,pain seeps in,as memories come clear.Signs from the air,manifest and appear,in broad daylight,so obvious and near.A magnetic force,empowers the light,guiding heart,under shadows of dark.A strength from within,as the burden gets shared,lifting weight,as fear strangles care.Push past the pain,seeing signs in all places,oh child,the way is so clear.Facing hate,acting in the moment,to

Water, crashes on a sunny shore,with reminders,of feelings once before.Thick skin,holds the pain,for rainbows, after rain.Smiling, hiding heart, broken pages, from the start.An awakening, fills the soul,feeding, true love’s goal.A painful vision, of real divine,casts a beam, on beauty and time.In light shines, as darkness fades,old wounds rise,to be cast away.

Whizzing,around,whee whee whee,are you hereor thereor maybe home bound?Missing the point, or direction,I point.A fission of dreams,formulate into being.It’s all just luck,a drop in the hat,that I wear on my head,and walk like a cat.Prowess, and poise, seeing nothing but air,I follow the wind,breathing out all my cares.Run free little mind,you’ll land somewhere,that’s sure to

A wise woman once said,it’s all in your head,the love and the light and the heart,channels itself through art,to become an inspiration,for a newfound nation, that reaches within,for wisdom to begin.

The clouds move like time,ever-changing, with wind, rain, and magnetic fields in the sky.Wrapped up,floating on a calm, sunny day,or lifted up and carried away so quickly to a new destination that time becomes a mystery after all.A mystery to us all.But knowing makes us realize we know nothing at all,or simply, that there remains