SEEING BEYOND
A motionless escape invisible freedoms discovered paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams Advertisements
A motionless escape invisible freedoms discovered paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams Advertisements
A spiritual journey of ease and discovery the opening of the obscure heart and innocence an inner sermon prospering on hope and delicate dreams of calm distant from whispers and swords the building back of faith from broken stars the hope of creating fires that bind and desires that never sleep
There was a meeting of loose waters tumbling words captured from streams overflowing looking inward to brilliance and tears stirring the imperfect dreams and shadowed corners awake they brought to the surface what was always there
It was a mountain you thought to be climbed it was then and then it was gone an idea of this and that became a without it was a river to cross shallow and swift the vision became clear by putting the best parts forward it was a sound playing over and over long before … More CLOSE BY
wet footsteps on the floor cotton clouds the magic of music handcuffs the soul providing anywhere travel with eyes closed the heart steers without disappointment onto a wide porch waiting for sunset lightening bugs send signals to the fortunate the best place to be is the one they dream of
Walking the dream on legs without stars a release drives within like seasons changing from equatorial spinning pushing us against celestial misgivings of unanswered prayers where whispers and voices strain through burlap separating the living from storytellers as miracles wait to be called out from hiding.
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever warm days touch the side of faces in a silent act empty chairs hold shadows several times removed their song is a story of before where fondness waits for no one the clock of seasons protects the secrets of dreams … More A PATH THROUGH
The sidewalk is a stream, a playground, an escape without arrows to point the way out. Fallen stars, the scattering of dreamers believing in second chances, light the city at night. Children remain close by, guarded by the fences of stern warnings. Their visions asleep as they accept the ideas of less. Surrounding aromas … More NOT FAR FROM HERE
Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS
There was a narrow reason to mourn a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE