mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
The dying wise men know /
Their words had no lightning.
Dare we admit that time will ne’er be right?
‘Tis 2 AM; we’re far from ending night.
I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.
If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth
Well, I bagged it yesterday when I should have written (slept in gloriously – no regrets), so I’ll see if I can pull something out today.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. … More
inflatedand not even surewhere the air came from. nevertheless, i’ll breathe inand float while trying not to thinkabout all the … More
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
the body count
Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking
Or IS it a “sign” at all?
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Who is the Weakest Link?
Every race needs a winner.
I still don’t know where to start.