To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.
So, today’s word prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “hope“. HA! HA HA! I just wrote a poem … More
where again is there?
branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so … More
The day which marks our freedom dawns anew, but just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
I’m finding Self as self Itself gets lost
When asked for a Hero of mine as a kid / My mind generally filled with a blank
That skip in Jesus Christ Superstar will always have a special place: If you try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by – try, you’ll get by… Everything’s alright, yes, everything’s fine…
I had to shed and escape a deeply entrenched belief (and lie) that I was only worthy of love because of my value to others.
Ain’t nothin’ gon’ bring me down
when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
joy and grief often reside in neighboring rooms
only the long trip finds warm light
It’s time they – we… reinspect the throngs under the steeple.
Another year – orbit the sun. Same as the ones I’ve muddled through?
I remember an uncle, who left this earth as I arrived.