Silence speaks to me in my artificial wanderings. Go out But when I do I roll in the grass, its warm prick inviting, the stiff soil and clouds respond and keep the sun in check. Nature produces a hope of its own, but in its wake, my conscience, does not want to be alone. “God, … Continue reading All Man-Made Roads Lead to a Dead End
Prevailing the pesky weeds, this is poetry at arms: planting symbolic seeds in metaphorical farms. Greeting the soil as a grain, wishful words buried in thought remain mixed in rushing rain wondering what is wrought. Sprouting with flavor: a flower, and thus begins its descent of rhythmic glory and power and alliterative scent. Note: I … Continue reading Without a Drought
Top of the morning and white shiny skies, I recall my past disregard of nature. To remain contained and hidden was the overarching goal, purpose. Nature had no place; it was absent of feeling and no longer appealing. I was indulging in an abnormal, reassuring light of day at home. This light was different, it … Continue reading Haunted
Walk on the clouds now Its ambience fills you With knowledge of how Its skies radiate blue. From white to true green The world may coruscate Like a mise en scène Yet aware of their fate.
Rise and shine, welcome to cliché. You must feel fine on this lovely day. Check out this sunrise it's like none other; The baby blue skies from the earth mother. Grab something to eat, and find a good book then stroll down the street and read by the brook. Absorb the nature, and take it … Continue reading Nature
The Thief of Sound; its victim behind its pane of glittering glass. He being snared remain upon smooth ground – with no intention to regain a hearing of grass and trees to become sane. What provokes a man from trying to maintain and enjoy his life is what feeds the pain. Social Media's "plan" took … Continue reading Thief of Sound