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People Mirrors

Poke, Poke, Poke, Tap, Tap, Tap, Knock, Knock, Knock, Stop, you Perverted Sages Go away or let me fix your comprehension I’ll show you my way of view

I have not wrote for seven days

Excuses I had to work I had to sleep I had to rest I had to eat I had to clean my room I had to breath I had to, all the time But mostly deep down inside I ran to find the reasons why I had not the motivation to rhyme. My emotions whereContinue reading “I have not wrote for seven days”

When to write

All the time or just some, when the voice is rattling on I don’t know, does it have to rhyme or be profound? Perhaps the words just have to dump in order for the rubies to be uncovered? Does writing make any sense at all or is it irrational like love or mathematical numbers. ItContinue reading “When to write”

Worry

It sucks dreams, joy, and the truth down a big black hole where no light reaches. It destroys more than poverty the world over, and masks itself as wisdom to the fearful. It rules the lives of most and yet is mostly unseen and not talked about at length very often. It is only recognizedContinue reading “Worry”

Ducks

They quack and quack and waddle about They paddle this way and that way and all around They dive deep down below and come up dry, soft, and aglow They quack some more to say, who they are, and how to play They are social birds who take flight high above and far away ButContinue reading “Ducks”

Endless Wood

The canopy covers and holds secrets down below, safe and forgotten. The soft quiet of the trees comforts sheltered nakedness. Every day dissipating slowly and then quickly. Nothing new to to report, youth withers season after season.

Corpses

If you could only see my dreams I buried so deep that light could never caress them to wake. They wither and die these dreams of mine. Buried in the dark cold loneliness of past time. They fall like raindrops or leaves from trees, thousands of them. In bitter winter the tree cries and soaksContinue reading “Corpses”

Showering in the Rain

This poem was inspired by an illustration by Rachel Joy Osterman. You can look up her work here https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns

Swinging into Tomorrow, Yesterday, and Beyond

This poem was inspired by a fellow artist – Illustrator. You can look Rachel Joy Osterman up on Etsy at https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns

Revelations Lost

I find tranquility in the wild smell of the river, as it storms toward the evaporating light, of another day, now lost to the past. Standing there feeling the crispness of the coming darkness, and listening as the trees sway in the dissipating wind, until eventually settling their leaves. Mountains call me forward and upward,Continue reading “Revelations Lost”