Blog, Poems & Thoughts

Your eyes. There is kindness and an old soul. There is beauty there and resolve. My eyes meet yours Blue and Gold A sunny day at the...

The beauty of your purr astounds me. The handsome fur. The soul is pure, but you are a murderer A contradiction of cute and kill. Jack,...

Your beauty shines through the tears in your soul. The moon weeps with you. Your grey hair speaks of a life well lived and pain where...

The music has run out the sound of the solar is silent even the moon is hiding everything is sharper even though the light is dim. The...

The senses linger dragging their feet lazy Hurry up and keep with it alert/asleep the in between is drunk follow the breath It will lead...

Do you know the hour when the moreporks sing and the fishes swim up the moon path the rollicks squeak the oars splash and a night in the...

Well, I never had a rock band plastered on my wall or an image of prescribed beauty to worship to on my wall or in my reading...

if you want to get eaten out hunny go with a brass player the ombeshuer how you hold the lips is how you tune the instrument the...

When you have no wrinkles you have no life experience no expression Your soul is stifled from... or not yet grown into, communication....

6B is the all knowing accepting of the marks you are going to make from the shadowing in your brain to the paper in your hand and the...

The flame and the waterfall when they meet there is steam. ​ There are korus in the steam. ​ The birds watch the korus and know ​ Two...