Even A Little Lost

This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost

On a Sunday Morning in October

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

Never Have I Seen Before

Never have I seen before A light that shines as yours What you exude Cannot be found In markets or in stores. The world around you seems to glow Colors come alive Time seems to slow To shimmer To stop Your silhouette Captured In the very light Which falls around you like snow. Never have … Continue reading Never Have I Seen Before

Each With Their Own Story to Tell

Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell

To Not Be Filled with Wonder

Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder

A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond

Sometimes I cannot help but to be drawn Into a state of awe and utter fascination At the magnificent complexity of the world in which we reside The beautiful diversity of life within it And the vast array of relationships that develop Both within and between the two I am at times overwhelmed While simultaneously … Continue reading A Reflection of That Which Lies Beyond

Wherefrom Such Hopes are Born

There are and always will be Periods of life Where hope is but a flicker A dim glow In a dark, dark room Brief and unpredictable Its source often obscured at first Fading quickly into the shadows that abound But we can learn To observe And with time We are able to see Wherefrom such … Continue reading Wherefrom Such Hopes are Born

The Value of Contrast

How I have missed The rushing wind The fluid motion And the ground passing quickly beneath my feet It would seem I had forgotten The importance of moving forward Of unallocated time Surrender to chance and momentary escape From the stagnant monotony of a rushed life I must find balance though As time is precious … Continue reading The Value of Contrast