nature sees only weakness in our self-indulgent cleverness, vacant thoughts strewn across parched landscapes where a child’s mind once …
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Mesmeric
Siren’s melody conjures a half moon gale. Mesmeric chants lure my soul, awakened at daybreak on pretersensual shores. …
Winter Black
A frigid northwest breeze …
Fifty-Fifty
Imperceptible breaths, each bearing a genesis of fortuitous destinies, rearranged in linear moments defined by deliberated discretions in our mind—that’s what we’d like to believe. A convenient feint,…
Elders
A transient pause on sacred earth, I offer homage before my long sought passage through the mists of clarity. Cicada chorus tactfully distracts me, while sapphirine vapors infuse…
Myth
We interlace our spectral intensities, an arousal of tender cravings converging into our oneness. A mystifying anomaly to …
Parting Ways
I met my soul in dark chasms of unendurable voids, clutching my heart in my hands, safe havens wither in visions…
Complexities
soaring above my beingness, I’m confronted by stratified fractals of labyrinthine complexities that leave me naked against revenants of mortality impeding my path toward upper quanta probabilities offered…
Candles
memories lose luster—lights filtered through moisture density, I’m quantified by quadrants of life, an imposed reality impractical to accept—like New York streets amid harsh winters, when the …
Danseuse
Pain pursues her passion, the years of demanding obeisance from her body, she now performs Improv adagios across crystal diffractions,…
Dirt Roads
I’m a child of a thousand lifetimes, but infinity remains an inflexible distance before me. An admonition to remind— I am…
Depth of Field
manipulated timelines, a perseverance of intended odysseys to calculated outcomes we custom design for delivering earthly bliss, dismissing the …
Railroad Tracks
A child I was, baptized by tales of daring pirates, or the …
Asylum
I covet asylum from systemic disturbances. Enlightenment flows by way of silent vibrations. Intensely penetrating. My consciousness. Ten thousand leaves I’ve inscribed with my meditations, not to be found by…
Small-town
So many lifetimes, never moving beyond the edge of uncertainty, instead preferring small-town bliss and street facing windows always burning evening lights. Bound to inbred comfort zones of sight and…
Granite
I reject being hijacked by the trifling delusions of those who infer judgmental sway. Over me. Misguided presumptions of relevance belie their relative inconsequence to all matters defining me. No…