The Path

From there to here

A Rebel's everlasting Love

Laughed at plenty as the story goes, a concurrent feeling of desperation the middle way concludes, a fortuitous guess, jackels kiss tastes of lion, a syncopated riddle full of false leads,

Column

Unsuspected happenstance, a womb memory with slapped face and gauntleted hands, a history sitting before you, open but surrounded by sourceless red light. Heavy winds that have borne me,

The Path

Sense was bereft the measure between young and old, prospective arrogance nurtured and avoided, unseeming rebellion continued unannounced proffered states to fill gaps in time,

One Moment

Trapped in this impossible situation, I give invalid advice, Eyes dulled by frustration, I hide what I write, and fear the reader of the words i feel to often now.

Imagine how lucky you are

It's something i never saw this love, not in all the books, the music beats with it. The second chances we never knew, windows tight shut were the cause, where was the reason.

One beginning

When did i call you? Was it a voiceless cradle that made my voice louder? Every syllable hints with unseen frequency, a message strains to be heard. When together my words collude,

Seeds that none see

Given, the seeds that i said so when what they saw was the tree, unbidden they grow, and with a crunchy bite my eye the apple is half left. Spit kernel into shade, a leafy half-light