Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
What a change the past year has brought, both personally and globally, as we see a range of new challenges and opportunities present themselves. The world is in a state of crisis, burdened with not only a deadly pandemic, but a complete failure of many leaders to truly acknowledge and deal with the problem and … Continue reading Changes
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals... Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
Failure by design; The shareholders were silent, Beaming From the balcony below.
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Making Clear What Is Hidden In Plain Sight
My TRUTH, MY JOURNEY
Going to it is not the same as going through it
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Dive into a collection of memories, musings and emotions concocted delicately over time into short stories and introspective articles...
