Dichotomies Within Without Should I be silent or should I shout? Voices beg for attention That perfect note The chord that pulls you in A powerful tug rolling me under Pleasure pains forgetting Not forgotten My hearts desire Unlawful But why not carry on? Throw it out on fertile ground A season of flowering Fragrant... Continue Reading →
Meditation is when you sit down and do nothing. Poetry is when you sit down and do something. In doing something or doing nothing we are still living and loving. The moments quickly pass, so meditate and breathe and then create a life of poetry that exhales love and passion for living in each day.... Continue Reading →
A little jazz, a little blues helps us connect to the pain in this life. This morning my BFF sent me a poem that says it perfectly, I want to share it here with you. © Kelli Geopfert The Blues... Locusts sing their Silver-summer song Miles Davis playing his Bitches Brew, where do I belong?... Continue Reading →
You Better Run Run Run RUN away from me if you will Because you will never find another me What scares you now is the thing that you need What attracts you now could be your heart speaking You can leave for all your reasons But you’ll be back... Continue Reading →
We are Fireworks evoking joy like a child a deep serious chuckle of wonder in the flame and the magic of the colour we are fireworks bursting onto the night and vanishing in a moment never to be seen again © Sandy Hibbard 2019 Image by William Blanton
Every map leads me back to you...
Love or not, just please don’t … Sometimes things can just rub you the wrong way (duh). In this world of full exposure and narcissism, there still remains a code of fuckery and an avoidance of real honesty and vulnerability. Now that really annoys me. It can make even someone like me feel "invisible" or... Continue Reading →
She's going to win she says with a grin. Divinity, tenacity and gratefulness are her weapons, but will she stand?
Where is that gray haired man?
This city, shrouded in clouds, flanked by roof-top forests, overgrown with fatina and the like.
Silver slips of harbor beckon you to come...
“So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.” ~ Pablo Neruda
Philosophical talks between friends is more than stimulating, it can be healing and inspiring. Often I find myself too deep in my head for my own good, and it is a conversation with a good friend that can usually bring me out of my well-guarded shell and back into the reality of life. I cherish... Continue Reading →
The warm-salt ocean...
There is something in the music that acts like a conduit - carrying memory to feeling to desire on every note. A powerful thing...
“That love is all there is, is all we know of love.” ~ Emily Dickinson Image by Collin Hauser
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