Monday, March 16, 2015

Never gone...

A small side-note:
  "Myriads of Thought" will be back soon.  In the last couple of months, I have dealt with several illnesses.  I also discovered that I am bi-polar.  I appreciate every one's support and love.  I adore my show.  It means the world to me and so does my audience.  I plan on returning as soon as I am able to, so please stay by my side.  I have tons of stories to tell.  :)-Love you all!!!!

Neptune
We will gather
over time
and our numbers
will spread
like a wild flame
like a great beast
hopefully for
the next kill.
Yes, we will rise.

Flight
Blue green
as the river
holds my hand
at the base
of the spine
there is never
a warning
only the first
glimpse
of retreat
from fearless warriors
that are bound
to glory 
and death.

Monks
these careful creatures
we never hide from
only hold onto
when the light falls
down against 
the cold stairs

Grace
this warm
this fascination
all will be over soon
and a moment
a memory
of what once was
will be all
I'll have left

loss
did we speak
forever
in the cold mucks
of silver gray
towards the heart
of the beating 
sky?

price
these words
are not endless
they come
only to those
who listen
and stop
when one
loses gratitude.

Future
how famous 
do you want
to be?
how successful?
how admired?
there are weaker 
thoughts 
than these
but, 
the dream
to be a better
human
is what should be
inevitable.  

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Our own


Boundless
There stands 
TALL
as an invisible wall
the word
COURAGE

tarnished
how does 
one break
over kindness
so small
dictated by truth
so insignificant
as to utter
a word
the thought
comes back to me
now
how powerful
these seldom felt
promises make us
feel the deepening cold
all the more

Childhood
we run
through blades of grass
like pirates
at sea
never fearful 
of the imposing 
storm

Password
The calm comfort
of home
wanders reluctantly 
in the door
pittering against
the small bridges
where we stand
holding hands

tan
did they solve
the brilliant creature?
suffering needlessly
over pale pink moons
no more the graceful pearl
wise beyond their years
I shrink back
and stillness beats

Rolling
value one
up by seen
press fingers
to glass 
and kiss

stay
how we break
the hearts 
of those we love
more than life itself
over and over
forgetting how precious
they are
those seldom move
or stray
from our side
but sit
quiet and steady
listening to our life
untold
the gradual 
the quick
the haunted frames
coming to paddle
the boat
without any cars
in the bliss filled 
night