that awkward moment where the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak is the one who’s shattered your heart… life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes no one ever laughs at.
that awkward moment where the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak is the one who’s shattered your heart… life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes no one ever laughs at.
The end was never in sight and now it’s here though I accept all of life for what it is, with intention, without fear… only part of me wishes that for once, this kind of happiness could have been a true thing. I’ve been searching all my lifetimes and finally find it in this, my …
It’s incredible how the world spins hundreds of miles per hour Even while I feel like I’m standing perfectly still; Sometimes I feel like I’m playing hopscotch with the Earth And the only thing moving are my eyes, following the almost imperceptible shifts of time sliding gently by… But damn, The moon looks beautiful tonight. …
You gotta catch the sounds within the sounds. It’s the subtleties, you know…? Even the little ones matter. 081222
I get highso I can see my lowsand recalibrate their frequencies. I get as elevatedas my vibrationsso I can flow freelyas the smoke pluming from my herbs,and meander across the airlike the steam rising from my coffee. I ascend higher in myselfbecause I walk talland sitting lowis uncomfortable. I inhale flowers becauseI nurture and nourish …
Morning coffee, Outdoors, Silence – my Top 3 Any given day. 081122
My heart has been full, but just today it overflowed; And it’s been brimming with unspoken truths that threaten to spill from my lips, my eyes, tinging my words and gazes with an almost melancholy emotional depth at any given moment. At times it feels almost unsettling to be so outwardly vulnerable with such uninhibited …
You tend so much toward the airy-fairy that any attempt to help you aground makes you feel tethered, trapped… You hardly seem to realize that sometimes your brilliant mind and exuberant wings need a rest. You don’t see that sometimes pit stops are necessary redirections; but… you’re never restricted, love – No matter what, you’re …
artful formations decorate my skies as haze and clouds swirl past my head and then I look up to behold nature’s own art. Deft brushstrokes and cottony ribbons strung across endless blue depth – and the longer I gaze, the more it seems that I could just fall in… If I just don’t blink; Who’s …
hang me up in the sky like the star I might’ve been my light is unlike the others I wouldn’t have lasted long anyhow; I tend to hide my light so others don’t have the chance to dim it before I decide how I even want to shine in the first place. 060622
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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