A tiny slice
of quietness
just a slither
upon my plate
— too small
for most to
see
is all I need
that my soul
and spirit
requires
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A tiny slice
of quietness
just a slither
upon my plate
— too small
for most to
see
is all I need
that my soul
and spirit
requires
:: 04-13-2014 ::
BECAUSE silence knows
— the heart kindred souls
we are…
one to whisper
— sweet nothings
tenderly listens the other
My sweet silence
— come to me
upon calm seas
Encompass thee
that we might sail
toward paradise lands
::01-18-2014::
I WAS born upon a raft
a castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth
— upon the briny deep
And all I know
is the vast waters
all points across
an oceanic reality
But once I dreamed
born I be upon a land
where all I saw
was disharmony
all points across
vast humanity
where fear and pain
delivered a daily dose
I now realize my
birth-induced reality
is far better than
— human-animal insanity
::01/07/2014::