Outside, Feeding inner flora – warmth from sunlight, It’s… hydration for my mind.
Outside, Feeding inner flora – warmth from sunlight, It’s… hydration for my mind.
Try to play along But it’s exceedingly clear You’re not happy to have me And I’m not happy here.
Filling up journals with wanton words of want; on nights like this one where sleep evades drifting awareness – Unbidden, like goodbyes and the duskiness of approaching sunset.
I braid life into my hair – each length I add [is] potential, no telling how far I’ll grow.
You make my head hurt – every time you’re close my mind travels to lives of past vibrance we once created. You’re different there; So was I – but our soul flames always knew how to find their twins in each other… You don’t like eloquence and poetry or prose; And I’m prone to thinking …
Often, I feel like that lone puzzle piece that doesn’t really fit into any other puzzles And yet, hope of finding its true place is the enigma of its existence – It’s worn enough around the edges that it can pretend to fit for a while in mildly disjointed puzzles; Until it pops loose, and …
In my haste to twist one, I missed one spectacular facet – and that fact is slowing down is easier in sound than it is in practice.
Why does left have to be alone, and why should any direction have to be conceptualized to be accepted?
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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