~Poetry~ Another Day At The Park Hot pink and rottedDilapidated it fallsSlowly down to rest Many questions posedThough I desire one answerWhy poop on the wall? Art is subjectiveEven if it is just shitSome eyes see beauty Humans are garbageIndeed our great legacyIt will outlive all Garbage in the trashArt though? Mayhaps soDepends on abstract Thank You For Reading Continue reading Haiku Handful #7
~Musing~ Can you remember the sound of silence?Proper silence, without any man-made noise. No music or tv playing. No humming refrigerators or air conditioners. No cars, city buses, nor semi-trucks. No emergency vehicle sirens. No planes traveling far overhead. Not even cell phones ringing and dinging. No Noise.Can you remember the last time you heard it?The sound of a bird song? A far-off stream gently … Continue reading Become Witness
~Poetry~ Life humbles all in the endThe greater a prideThe greater a painTo witness all that wasUnderstood as meaningfulRevealed as illusionTo see one’s life passedHaving instead chased deathTo mistake the hungerAs the meal, so never satedA heartbreaking realizationMany make too late in timeWhen there’s no space leftTo simply allow life’s blossomFinding death has filled the voidAnd a freedom sacrificedFor a small pleasureOf light comfortsAnother strung … Continue reading In The End
~Poetry~ Light Sleeper I awake earlyLong before the alarm dingI can’t yet rise up The eyes of todayCrispy dried raisins peekingOut squinty boulders I’m feeling tiredA physical sensationWith deeper roots dug I could take a napMight I get away with it?Real questions asked My eyelids heavyGravity overcomes strengthThough Sleep eludes me Thank You For Reading Continue reading Haiku Handful #6
~Poetry~ I have a nomadic soulIt yearns for a freedom lostTo wander these landsNot as would be LordRather as one would be kinIt desires to beWherever mine eyes do seeTo borders I’m blindSo too the machinations of menThe fools collecting ever moreOnly to die and lose it allHaving never truly livedFor who can say they’ve livedHaving never known loveInstead, endlessly building wallsTo keep the other … Continue reading Nomadic Soul
~Poetry~ Fleeting Love Tick tock says the clockSo creeping ever forwardChit chat says the two Time has no place hereIt may flow, but we will goLate in that dark night Staying up too lateTending to a burning flameThe heat warms my heart Yes I’ll be tiredYet another night awakeYou won’t hear complaints Bright the morning sunShimmering drops like crystalsWatering our earth Thank You For Reading Continue reading Haiku Handful #5
~Poetry~ Have you everSlept beneath the stars?Down below the heavensOntop of the worldHave you rinsed thy soulIn the cascades of moonlightThat so gently shower the nightHave your eyes ever seen pastThe twinkling starsInto the darkness of eternityCan you recognizeThat which you areWithin and withoutAnd so fall into sleepThat eternal slumber deepAt the space before dreamWhere you cease to beAny-thing as suchWhere you have no formNo … Continue reading Sleep Beneath The Stars
~Short Story~ *Strong Language Warning* “Hey come hang out this evening?” Steve texted Paul. “We never see you anymore ya hermit!”Paul groaned and rubbed his hand vigorously against the back of his head. It had been a long time since he had been cornered by Steve. Not to imply Paul didn’t like Steve. They were best friends after all. It was more that Paul resented … Continue reading Come Hang Out
~Poetry~ A Change Of Heart In the bluest skyPuffs of cloud float and soar highBreaking the suns heat See the sky so blue?Tis rather a special hueEvokes dreams of you If one desires soThe sweetest of fruits to growA true love must flow Early morning rainsSpeckle the glass as diamondsSparkling in dawns light Autumn leaves blowingRed, rusty, copper crunchesLast dance prior snow Thank You For … Continue reading Haiku Handful #4
~Poetry~ When I DieThe whole world will endOr at least as I’ve imagined itAs my eyes have perceivedIn the unique way that this bodies feltHow its sensed all the lights and soundAll that I’ve experiencedAll that I’ve lived and feltAll this beautiful world will cease to existFor the eyes that hold itWill no longer see outThe form will so too come to passForever as fleeting … Continue reading When I Die
Dust In The Mountain 