RAINBOW SHARDS

I feel the glass under my feet Sharp and cutting deeper With every step forward I take I feel the sticky cling to my soul And the burn begin to compete With all the lies I once believed Move over sweet grim reaper I’m not losing myself just yet I refuse to bleed out Over…

BY THE THROAT OF A GHOST

  I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…

PAINFUL STEPS

Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always

#BeReal – DAVID ELLIS

Please welcome David Ellis to #BeReal. Embracing Your Animal Instincts, Choose Love, Not Fear OK, so here it is – the real me. Uncut, cut loose and out on the streets. (Don’t you dare call the police – I’ll be good, I promise!) For all of my sins, I’m a writer.   I’m a crazy…

SHALLOW CURRENTS

I search for Solitude By drowning My noisy mind Under mild Shallow currents Of bubbling stars Fingertips writing Useless Over and over again Into the soapy Thick filmy residues Magnetized to skin Inefficient tides Trying to soothe My worries away Impractical lines Being drawn And then Being erased In this pleasant Bath I made Thank…

LIFTING MY SOUL OFF THE PAGES

I don’t want to be trapped On the pages I’ve written A place where old scribbles Stare back in taunting rhyme Or be buried and entombed With the regrets collected Stained mosaic memories Reminding me of places I had once been confined I don’t want to be consumed By the heartbreak or deceit Spawned by…

SHE SAW ONLY WINTER

I few weeks ago I had a beautiful lady approach me on Twitter and ask if I would participate in her Picture Prompt.  Please visit her site and see the other entries by clicking HERE Musical notes weaved softly Through their quiet murmurs. Excited anticipation drifted Like waves through the crowd. The casual conversations faded…

A WEE CHICKADEE

I asked Kimmie nearly a month ago to write for me and she asked if February 18th was still available. I only found out yesterday that February 18th is the anniversary of her mother’s death. I am so profoundly honored to have been given the opportunity to share her voice on this day. I admire…

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. …