FROM THE EDGE

From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist   while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen   desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon Advertisements

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    The moon dissolved over treetops   the area is remote and wild   a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy   dreams and wishes search for the desperate   you can see the crest of the earth from here   a place deserving of only a few   … More LIMITED OFFER

MY MOON

silent moonlight brushes silver over my face, as I gaze into infinity of dark the beginning without a bottom.   stars compete for my eyes with hanging diamonds and heavens beyond look back at me   man in the moon full of cheese, a wink and a half a carpet of chrome       … More MY MOON

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  

I REMEMBER

the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth   windows shut sweaters appear   a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave   inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars   night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER

ONE THOUGHT AWAY

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    

WITHIN REACH

A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds   healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall   a newness provides the power like rivers   broken stars mend   what was lost resurfaces   the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness

WAITING

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.  

NOT FAR FROM HERE

  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

KINGDOM OF STARS

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