You must understand that this is inspired by truth. We have been burdened by the tools of advancing technology in the hands of the good, the bad, and the vulnerabilities of humanity. Those with greedy

Waters formed of urgency are the mastery of these walls. I toil in the labors of my pounding heartbeat. Bricks placed feverishly, now to ferment in my soul. These fingers of mine squish into plaster that

Calm in friendly revelry – Wind, sound of play, drumming fingertips along the spine. Petals touch, whispering, cheek to cheek Alive, the word spirals up from my core Blades of green, a cushion, for settling

I've admitted, perhaps too often, that I am a flawed individual, but just as often that I try to keep my intentions in the right place. Some days we are blind willfully. Other days we are blind necessarily.

We ought to celebrate the glory of what gifts we have. When the difficulties force you into a dark corner, there is still a dance inside. Do not look elsewhere. Find God and good within, first. Through

The most amazing part about having integrity and good intentions... Is laughing when evil creepers or simply lost minds seek to harass you, but become handicapped in threatening to expose you. After all,

Whisper the sweet words of how to find you, darling blank slate. Chalk dust might joyfully powder the air, for an ounce of solace. But here I am, eyes slanted and crusty with tears gone; watery with more

With the fan above flashing light and shadow in a hypnotic rhythm, reflection of these past months flutter through my mind. These thoughts have left me turbulent and lost in finding the cheer I once had

Blue and white, framed above Appealing to eyes that gaze Mine, squeezed tight and numb Oblivion lights the portrait of eyes rubbed red Trees, feed my nostrils the aroma of nature’s bounty Day after day,

Each breath, you peel the layers of reason away. Stripping the sands of time bare. Fingertips warm with the prickle of knowledge running along my skin. Breath lodged in my chest, until a sigh fights for

Flesh of the palm, subtle reminder of bonds made Surrounded by cracked glass The echoes stir within Lovers painted in the pool; Looking back? No, looking in. Future in the swell, Visions, a heady wine

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I peer through glass at endless forms rolling across the scene. Seeming infinite, as the bounds of time. Purple rivers streaking down through the sky. Drops fill the pond of life. Intake and exhale; survival,

As I wander, you’ll remember the way Fingers playing lightly down my spine A flip flop inside You’ve reached within Softly, I seek to whisper my love But you turn away Laughter, I bubble to replace The

I lost a book in 1902. The wind, she stole it from my arms. The boat. Its wooden planks creaked and cracked as it tossed me side to side. Wood and wind calling out a jealous tune? An alliance formed to

They come in, like shadows, preying just beyond the light The ache of understanding invades my little domain of glass Eyes, big, just watching, are filled with only sadness They’ve come to take it away

Lingering in time and space The motion of energy rendered still In the passionate folds of absolute A dragon seeks in the wake of lore But serpent's shadow knows my name He seeks to possess, to hypnotize

You stand Looking into my eyes for the soul within Your energy, curled in, through my navel, a little seed Unknowing, Blinking back, a little tug pulled me to glance your way Mesmerized in the gaze Bound,

Love in a Raging War Petals curl in gentle desire Supple and radiant resting in the curve of your palm Rays of warm adoration glide along and within Moments transform the caress Petals surge into thirsty

Knelt in reverence, I am found today Dewey blades spread moisture upon my skirt I can feel the drench upon my skin, but my mind is transfixed Bracing myself, only moving to place a hand upon my thigh Holding