Grieving the dream, Slowly letting go of all that desire entails left dazed by the choices and circumstances that led to this moment. Craving connection, to be seen and loved for all I am at the deepest levels, not only by my own eyes, but by another with whom I can once again share the…
A little soul searching in the dark…
Wandering through the maze of hurt and fear To get back to the wisdom of my soul Tearing down walls of illusions Built to protect me from what I feared most To find that the pain I was running from ‘twas fear itself, of myself For all my desire to fully feel A passion as…
waking dreams
Can’t sleep, but not quite awake enough to string a coherent group of thoughts into a concept Like the chronicles of my youth The physiognomy of ideas Splatter themselves across a blank page In random succession Leaving me in awe Of the cycles in which change and wisdom Dance in exquisite synergy Weaving hope into…
Restless
restless like rain driven by the wind in the stormy alcoves of the mind truth stands ready to leap from the tip of my tongue, fingers, a pen… eager to present herself beyond the evanescent shadows illuminated by lightning enlightened moments soothe the soul when shared with others yet remain intangible, ineffable in the cold…
Soul-cialist Tendencies
I am amazed by how small my world seems, when I focus on what’s wrong Instead of what I can add to it The realm of possibility Is limited only by my own fallibilities and My willingness to surrender my power to them But I look around and see an emerging culture With a propensity…
Shoot from the heart
Shoot from the heart/ not from the hip/ speaking in tongues/ instead of giving lip/ service to the truth/ that lies beneath the surface/ of the fantasies that feed/ the thoughts that make your reality/ subtle hints dropped by the media/ while the powers that be try to legislate morality/ in massive attempts/ to divert our…
Patience
Streams of information wind through, between and around the nooks and crannies of my mind; Gratitude takes center stage but the thunderous applause of my ego overshadows the true value of what I wanted to say… Thunder comprised of insecurity and frustration, and although it is louder than the quiet voice of truth, it propels…
Justice
I saw the signs, and heeded them in the end. Learning to trust my own judgement has been the hardest lesson in life, because I cannot take pride in proving myself right. I see the hands of justice in the choices we make, followed by a brief swell of righteousness that is quelled by a…
Soul-cialist Tendencies 