It would never have worked out anyway, you and I. . Me, a lonely tree, still sturdy enough to shelter you when there was rain my own pain present in my rings– you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t made you ask. . You, a fallen sparrow, just looking for a place to stay until youContinue reading “Rings”
Category Archives: growth
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
grounded
these days are meant for grounding . let me open up my willow arms and sink my roots deep into the earth; at a time when the world can’t stop moving, the ground is still and I think of you . pairing off into two colored lines, one yellow, one red, from the blood we’veContinue reading “grounded”
The Observers
Questions, too many questions, are not meant for this life. We are the Observers. We are learning, not to create, not to know, but to feel, to build, to grow in the direction of what is perfect: our own Being– Love, gazing skywards. October 30, 2015
Dark Forest
Finding myself in a dark forest wasn’t easy– but, my god, was it worth it. November 2, 2014
Freedom
Attaching labels to any body part bigger than your heart just hurts too much. & What if my health is as simple as your golden pocket? & Threaded with loose ends but good intentions, waiting for some change to make its fold full again– & When perhaps it has been ready, all along, to beContinue reading “Freedom”
Here
This year, I have a goal to use one of my poems to transition (at least for one night) into spoken word poetry. Here is one piece I am considering. It is one section of a much longer work on loss, uneasiness, and hope: Yet, the thing is. I’ve learned that we can learn all we want,Continue reading “Here”
Fear
Let me out of my four-legged pen and have my eyes come out to play––– I’m sick of all these “rules” and “expectations.” Fear? A chamber only dark horses go away to, don’t seem to like it yet they rest on anyway in their own gloom. Closed doors define so don’t let meContinue reading “Fear”
Dark Tunnel
See the light start again waiting for the second coming surprised when it comes loving moments like these stopping to forget regrets over the shoulder near heart to take the pain away see it, now coming closer closing in on me and my story speeding up August 24, 2014
Behind A Stable Heart
The reason I know what lies behind the velvet curtain is that I have been there before: horses in a stable, easing back their heels to embrace the swelling sun, their own bright eye; a set of doubled doors leading to nowhere––– to everywhere in the life of a man remembering what it was likeContinue reading “Behind A Stable Heart”
Reaching Joy 