GOLDEN VOICE OF SILENCE

Silence sits on the sideline As the universe passes by Millions of stars crying blue Pleading to a heavy moon And shadows on bended knee Praying to their own deity And when the whispering ends And all the great things say goodbye Silence will stand with back straight And use its very golden voice To…

SALTWATER FALLS

A mind Full of stones Emotion Like water flows From feelings To a heart Like a waterfall A whole life lived Underwater Until tears Drain the sea Leaving Only pieces Of bone As evidence That every Last thing Was felt

SMALL LITTLE TINY SUPERHERO

It gets rusty with all the rain And the yellows Just run into brown all day The pain echos Inside hallways Locked away from you But sometimes I think you can hear The ruining Behind those walls It’s not as noisy As you’d think The death of words So many slaughtered Reimagined And recreated For…

A LOVE STORY

The story Was torn up Pages ripped Thrown into the fire Too many chapters Now just ashes A pile of rubbish A complicated story That didn’t know What it wanted to say Alrighty then… New pen New journal So many new Pages to fill Enter new characters Wiser choices Deeper love Stronger convictions I can…

WAVES OF GRAVITY

A blogging friend passed away before Thanksgiving after a long hard fight with Cancer. He liked this poem I wrote about the life cycle of depression and it seemed a good one to say goodbye with. My prayers of comfort and peace for his wife. RIP Dennis McHale. Earth dropped away from feet long gone…

LIKE A TREE

I stand like a tree Wearing my storms As the seasons Break and mend me Sometimes naked Vulnerabilities exposed But many other times As my rings Of wisdom grow I’m a beautiful refuge Fully clothed With my strength And my resiliency Secretly hidden Beneath my boughs

MELANCHOLIA

I broke down In a place Called Famine Wishes On my back Good intentions Safely packed Sacred shrines Built with Dry split bones Line streets Paved with Bricks of mold A hungry place With liquid teeth And too many Stranger things Upside down Reciting prayers Of starving dread Too many Inky squids Writing love letters…

IT WAS A STORMY NIGHT

Using a prompt by Twindaddy a blogger I’ve known for a very long time. What is your oldest memory? Walking with baby fat legs Words hadn’t come yet It was a strange house A woman changed my diaper Gymnastics was on tv Or something sporty and blue Front door was open Old screen door closed…

MY VERY OWN DRAGON

I wanted to do an acrylic flow painting on this large 4’ x4’ with some red. I tend to gravitate towards gold and blue and wanted to be bolder. I finished it and hung it in a friend’s office for about a year. It looked good there but I wanted to do more with it.…

DIRTY ROOTS

Tangled up with roots That no longer hunger Soaking up rust Can’t hold on much longer Heavy and weary The oppression stronger Stuck in the mud Nothing to do but slumber Hold me down so I can’t breath To waste away in my mental bunker