Ah the beauty of giving and receiving of love
To what extent do we give love?
To what measure do we receive love?
We need love to breathe life to give life…
For some love is as natural as breathing
There is a terrible freedom
that like a furnace
consumes the worn child’s
longing for security
Private eyes inside an ordinary world
You can’t buy the kind of ugly from which beauty is made
“Let’s keep it between us” signed the Catcher in the rye
You can argue sometimes a club is really a spade
morning eyes, cleared the scene
as dawn had broken,
bringing down the curtain of night,
pushing it aside.…
with cautious feeding,
and such calm breathing
the cattle sway from the top field down;
down to th
Two things changed my life irreversibly:
the death of my father when I was 8,
being bashed and nearly killed at 14.…
I sit in front of the most fragile and vulnerable people daily
and listen to stories s
The mountain air,
it tastes so fine,
on my lips
at the timberline.
I’ll take a chance
and take my time,
but swear I’m out
to make you mine.
you could gift this
‘twas a Winter’s eve
amongst the fallen Autumn leaves
rustling with a gentle swish…
the silence held me captive
as I lifted the cold and mildew
of years so long ago….
My pen had gone dry while my mind continued to write words inside my head,
Silence had worsen the taste of their definitions because my tongue had gone dead.
A vision in my private dream woke me up wit…
We should never underestimate the power and influence of our thoughts and actions on the spiritual realm of the collective consciousness of humanity…
An illuminating display
Of luminous wisdom,
‘Be ye lamps unto yourselves’
And contributing light!
i sought sanctuary
i needed rescue
from the depredations
of the world
It was too emotional to start the celebration without them around,
Pictures in my scrapbook and videos inside my brain without sound.
Tears of the painful memories that had been stored for a long while…
I write about God
and some people put me in a pew
from whence I want to jump up naked
and ride a purple tiger out of town.
I write about sex and some people
You stop time again.
You’re sweet, you’re sugar skin.
Wake me up; winter and cinnamon.
I’ve had it, Love,
just let me breathe you in.
Love let me lead you in.…
Pressed to the wall;
neck in my l
Play nicely with the muses
They are here for our entertainment
They come to us with no agenda
Asking nothing in return
Simply giving of themselves
let me buy you a drink