AFTER a boring day while the sun was setting across the horizontal line of a world it began.
Sitting next to the pond with her sister a frog crawled out from behind a rock.
“You should not be here.” Croaked the frog.
Somewhat surprised, she told the frog,
“I have to wait for my sister. She is counting the stars.”
A shooting star creased the early flat night skies.
The frog came closer.
“I do not know about stars but sincerely know nature.” Said the frog.
Evie stared at the green frog for a long moment.
“If I picked you up and took you with me I could show you a new world.”
Surprisingly the frog jumped upon her lap. Staring with it’s eyes it spoke again.
“Show me this world. Then I will show you my own world.”
They both nodded in agreement.
:: 05.10.2022 ::
confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
\ MIGHTY are the WEAK Werelings
strange to see them run around
hauteur made them make it
phase changes are pinkish
if we build it
they will come
oh hum hum
sing the Werelings
of forgotten lore /
:: 03.21.2020 ::
Only death by
and her hands,
soft as fire;
:: 11-06-2017 ::
the tyrannical evil
of creativity —
what already exists
entrance and contain —
mutes individual creativity
an open mind will see
no longer the why or how
and only individuality and freedom
produce originality —
novelty in infinite universes
that is the reason for freedom
:: 03-14-2014 ::
WHAT imagination does
the young heart lives
such an old soul dreams
Moving about in dreams
sometimes a night we skip
falling stars glow-burn
What imagination gives
the young heart sows
such the old soul believes
So on this special night
the night gladly warms you
and gives you common space
Brothers and sisters live
in a brotherhood of man
imagination cherishes you
:: 12-31-2013 ::