among the bleakness
of leafless winter trees
surprising splashes of color
await the intrepid explorer
The shadows sweeping across the moor, like dark phantoms chasing the light..the scent of the earth, the purple heather, and bilberries eaten straight from the bush, bite the sweet flesh, lick the wil…
*the world was washed clean of all its mystery
all the provocative enticement
cloaking nightshade in that which leads thought
to blinding self-discovery^
the moon was calling
in its silver voice
from down in the marsh
so i headed there
so you with your hearts barricaded
need have no fear of me
there will be no indecent probing
didn’t want tv
after a restless hour or so
i got up and dressed in the dark
This photograph was taken on the road from Point Reyes National Park to San Rafael, CA.
Certain remnants of the past will always remain. Some lie deep within us. They represent a large par…
If they say that a dog is man’s best friend – then what could you say of the horse?
You say the bible is against people being gay, that it isn’t allowed
But when God taught us to love one another he didn’t specify how
having chanced upon it
under the blanket of this moonlit night
i stood, silent as those hills
I found myself flat on my back on Saturday night, awed.
Grass in the curls of my hair. To my left, like ghost breath, a pall of sage-scented smoke carried silent offerings into the immaculate expanse…
I have gone, gone afar away
On the forehead memories
Blindness shine below eyelids
Misguided years and the cities
Somewhere beginning of alley
Let I feelings and faces
Departed now last train
The love in so…
Such a wondrous moon shines down tonight!
The field flowers almost seem to dance
I give myself
The Lord has given me much to smile about,…..
Not that my life has been perfect,……I have hurt,..and pains all day,.. ..Everyday !,….But,…just look around,….…There are so many that h…
I did not write this to offend anyone,…If it does,… am sorry.
Wrote it from my imagination….
It`s all fiction,…The characters, or thoughts are not real.
If it reminds you of some…
Where Did They Go?
Where is that family that called me home?
I woke up one day and they were all gone,…
First I thought they were off on a trip.
A long vacation I wish.
After a week or two,…
Not a clue,…
Oh ridiculous, stereotypical, outlived rules
yet, still modernly we live by them as tools!
Tools of construction, as guidance to build our life
Forever prepping, on the knowing we strife