withdrawn, the language of comfort, facing into a corner a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness, where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels, providing firm support without affection, available without reservation
that’s the cloud holding my dreams, I know the shape I recognize it often possessing my words within its corners and folds, desperate emotions, wounds, joyful expressions, the in between, and prayers for voices no longer with us, gone to rest as I stand under the cloud I trusted, a witness reminding me to keep … More REMINDING ME
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
The ground rose, colliding with the emotions of my steps, railroading me through stations of thought. Like drums beating a steady cadence of emotions, suggesting a direction for desire. Goals evaporated without explanation. Private thoughts hide in the alleys where dreams live long enough to take a few breaths. There’s fire in the creative hands … More AS THE GARDEN GROWS
She pressed forward, altering the flow of gravity with radical changes as if peddling backward on life. She fought hard, creating the forward motion of a legacy, determined with destiny. It was a fight against the current; moving under bridges and over mountains. Her emotions were handpicked, fresh from yesterday’s stories. She would say, “I … More DETERMINED
That feeling of over the edge, when a clutch decision is more than a casual choice but a weapon against oncoming distractions, knowing that altering the rhythm will create a chasing of thoughts into paths of painful corners with unmistakable answers, the ones not always chosen, wedged between the black and gray, remaining there until … More BLACK CATS
A day framed. A window wide with hope. Dawn drains in silence. One voice releases, waiting for return. A vacuum of Thoughts rise, surfacing with a schedule; place, time, one door then another. Emotions become firm and braced. The more the listening, knowledge enters with a higher plane. The land is sweet. Each step a … More NOW AND AGAIN