It’s the pause between that stiffness of silence a moment caught within a second of time when rivers of thoughts flow back upstream overflowing the good intentions bringing out the uncomfortable the ugliness of softness the hate hidden the affection afraid to release into troubled air as nothing changes and … More SPEAK UP
There’s a silhouette a side shadow brave with image soulful and longstanding motion expressed with well spoken words hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK
The wind was the change granite against paper shadows unfrozen running from a forbidden sleep the faithful pray the fastest get to safety first rational thoughts create sweat and pull out the tears the bones of trees rattle xylophone’s into jealousy shoes and those without step rightly with concern … More TWISTED WIND
Coasting on the thought highway searching for someplace else the chance to belong to soften the stubbornness of a granite heart it’s a wintry night in summer while considering weak memories under cloudy skies a full darkness holds the safety net where dreams are stolen from shadows as we try to breathe life … More FINDING A WAY
walking a path where moonlight follows breezes brush against the edge of curiosity a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided afraid of loving afraid of losing haunting the inner soul
I’m on my own line there’s no sideways just the only road I know a nameless opening to slip through the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten night rest now comes easy
We are students on the edge where unedited souls are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center … More COMMON GROUND
The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain. the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.