A Decaying Form
In a quiet place shut-in / seeing no one, hearing nothing. / Closed off as I am / my spirit runs still / in the field of grass I knew once…
Nearer than ever was before
RoyAllenHunt © November 10, 2012 / Nearer than ever was before / these unhappy portents just off the shore / come rolling in with the tide…
The Dreamer Slept But Did Not Dream
The dreamer slept but did not dream / Cocooned was he / so still / but not in peace / His conscience waiting / to be filled / A future tha…
the gone they will sing songs to soothe us back to ourselves / to restart us like the music player suddenly powered-on again.
The Kingdoms of Man
RoyAllenHunt © May 7, 2011 / In the passing of time / of steel and the merciless hand / shall we be remembered? / In our thirst for the bla…
Spoken from a Dream
Or was my fancy so sweet that it quickened too few of my senses/And dulled all the rest?’
I may not glow in my words / nor shine in my deeds / but, in my love for you I am a bright light / that is yours alone to see. / In it wrap…
Nothing of it Left Behind, RoyAllenHunt © June 15…
The sights that I would let my eyes see / Wash over and caress so lovingly / hold forever in my memory…
Mother, June 8, 2010
Heal thyself where we have injured you and let your blood to flow.
Balance (only a thought)
When we can find balance between our minds and our emotions we are able to walk the tightrope of existence and no strong wind of opposition…
Surfing the Inside Wave
You can get lost in here and disappear / Do yourself harm beyond repair / If you give in to hopelessness and fear
Under a Van Gogh Sky (Dream Memory)
not much tinsel in this town / freaks with broken spirits feeling down / finding ways to get their fix / waiting tables or turning tricks
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Windows in Corridors Walls Within Halls
but when we assess the discordant fervor that seems all around we retreat to our separate corners and cuddle ourselves down.
To Survive Here…
I’m not talking about the Rapture / I see nothing rapturous in / Calamity and disaster.
My Most Perfect Thing
I awoke from a dream at about 2:53 A.M. this image and these words ruminating inside my head. / My Most Perfect Thing"
The Soul, The Flesh and a Dream
This writing was inspired by Rosa Cabos’ Sweet Plumpy’s Dreaming / How souls are come to human flesh / through dreams bourne o…
…life lived long and full does after time run its course.
Like Rain (I was just thinking…)
As we age and begin to fade, as our whole selves disintergrate, do our particles like dust and sand scatter on the plains? or is there a g…
Sweet Mystery of Life
Sweet mystery of life from the cradle to the grave / That elusive thing that every single soul does crave
Her thoughts she keeps close to home. Most times they are hers alone…
It has been written, it has been said that God is the highest that our souls can reach, the highest vision that we can see within ourselves.