mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…
DAMN THAT FOOTBOARD
Remind me why I live here…
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
the wheels turn /
and slowly the body /
succumbs to the treads and the weight /
of the monster it carries,
in catching up on a life that was lost, I’d miss the living in front of me.
I know not where to look or stand…
I reach for footing; find just sand.
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
in swirling chaos /
together – we find center /
and you make me feel
Or IS it a “sign” at all?