What is it to be written, what is to be said When all words are a symbol of red The heart cannot be captured, the soul expressed But only experienced, with every breath to be had I get so tired, of trying to be bred Bred to act, bred to respond By every drivel thatContinue reading “What is left to be said?”
Category Archives: Poems
Yearning
This longing inside of me gnaws like a hungry dog on a naked bone The meat is gone All that is left is the lingering taste in the mouth But it was hours ago when consumed. The bone is not much company Yet is that true? Does my body play tricks on me? Am IContinue reading “Yearning”
Perfection is…
Recently, I was going through my notes when I had my awakening and I found a poem I had written. I thought I would share it with you all: Paradise Eternity Heaven Perfection is… When time starts running backwards and we all become like Benjamin Button, mature little kids. When we learn how to digContinue reading “Perfection is…”
Life in the womb
The choir assembled in the exterior bones of the world, punctual as always, waiting for the explosion of light and color to puncture the expanse, in order to release a glorious melody across the globe. As the sun reached the horizon the birds launched into their song in a syncopated fashion perched on branches gentlyContinue reading “Life in the womb”
Beyond the Shadowlands 