I am who I am. There’s nothing wrong with me. Take me as I am. Or don’t take me at all. I’d rather be alone in my castle, than to share a hovel with you. I am perfect. I am. I….. You come to my way of thinking. Screw meeting in the middle. Compromise isContinue reading “But I’m not him… ?!”
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The depth of love
Does love equal respect? Does love equal compassion? Or is love an over exaggerated emotion for human exploitation? ~ Tennyson says ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’. Did he find hope in the notion that love itself is a miracle? What does a love, that someone wouldContinue reading “The depth of love”
The prize
Melt me. Set me free. ~ Are you willing to find the prize hidden inside. Are you able to fine where a future resides? ~ Melt me. Set me free. ~ A story fit for generations. A depth seeking penetration. ~ Melt me. Set me free. ~ A kind word. A gentle art. No games.Continue reading “The prize”
God, yes. Then?
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? “Once you get it through your head that NO BODY cares, you’re a winner.”
Which came first?
The chicken or the egg? Dance or music? Poetry or song? *Ballet with no music can be ridiculous. ~ Which came first? The tear or duck tape? The rubber or the road? The flat tire or the fix-a-flat? Eggs without bacon can be ridiculous. ~ Which came first? Honey or the bee? The moon orContinue reading “Which came first?”
A hint of longing
A nudge in the brain. An intertwined mind. A strain. A whisp of air. A spark to start. A glimpse of a memory. A tranquil breach. A hint of longing. A desperate glance. Tingling dance. Mingling declared. Essence faint – precious and divine. A scent that stirs. Symphonies past. A string. A ping. An intoxicatingContinue reading “A hint of longing”
Forgiveness in progress: a haiku
Menopause
This is a rework, repost. I have attached the original version at the bottom. ~ From the time we are born until the time we die, we are changing. Not able to give a voice to the complaining. – Things grow in places there haven’t been things before. Scary, hairy, sore. – Moods off. HeightContinue reading “Menopause”
Winter Season
Demons in our dreams When Oscar got home, the first thing he did was call Esther. Her voice was groggy as if he had woken her up. “I’m sorry, were you napping’?” She yawned, “it’s okay. I need to get up anyway.” “Didn’t sleep good last night?” “Didn’t sleep at all.” “Come over. We’ll whipContinue reading “Winter Season”
Why I Write
You write. You share. But you’re not making any money. ~ You write. You share. It helps heal old wounds. ~ You write. You share. It cleanses the soul. ~ You write. You share. Someone likes your work? ~ You write. You share. It lightens your heart. ~ You write. You share. Can someone elseContinue reading “Why I Write”
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