EVEN YOGIS GET THE BLUES SOMETIMES

I never ever expected blogging to take me on such a healing journey.  I never expected to meet so many people who would consider my writing as anything other than the ravings of a sad and depressed raving lunatic.  I certainly never expected to meet so many genuine people and hear so many genuine stories. …

AIN’T NO SUNSHINE

Do you ever read something you wish you had written? Something that stops your heart but then makes sure to restart it before it’s finished? I met Mandi very briefly not too long ago and she not only does that with her writing but she does it with her presence too. She is beautiful, the…

I AM EVE

Daily Promt : Life Line You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you? She got off the plane to meet up with her husband who had to sit towards the front of the craft. “Hey beautiful!”…

UNINTENTIONAL BULLIES

We are all bully capable. The problem is some kids and adults are serial bullies.  As a society we want to discourage bully mentality.  Sometimes we don’t do enough and sometimes we do too much.  There are hundreds of stories of people who don’t do enough, but I would like to point out that sometimes…

SILENCE WITHOUT SOUND

Don’t believe the lies inside your head.  Everyone should feel loved.  Everyone is worth love. I have heard the voices and they are cruel and if you let them they will bully you.  Never give up… never let go! Your kiss sends me flying Above natures golden leaves Your words send me diving Into waters…

STAINED RIBBONS

There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…

POETRY OUT LOUD

Did you know I have read some of my poetry on soundcloud?  Yea…against my better judgement, because I hate my voice.  However, I do feel like sometimes you get more from hearing than reading. Sometimes you reach people who would never read a poem.  Why am I telling you this now? Because you should listen…

WHAT AM I? by Helena Hann-Basquiat

Helena sent this to me one night via email.  I had to share.  So many of us have been in this place… Written by Helena Hann-Basquiat   Blink and you’ll miss me Turn away and I’ll be gone What am I? This isn’t a riddle it’s an identity crisis that for lack of a mirror…

IN THE RUINS

I cut trap doors into your floors Sinister cracks hidden by daylight As I wait for you inside obscurity Waiting for you to mess up, give up Until you decide to let go, give in Come, And fall into my dark Come, And get infected by my night Let me confine you for a bit…