“What if I don’t write right?”…There is no such thing, writing is the interpretation of words into thought into words. Writing is emotion coming through your fingers channeled into impressions. Writing is the ability to formulate your mind into a translatable language. Writing is art, art is freedom, freedom is connecting, and that is beautiful.
On the edge of a shadow in the mist…
A Horizon in the darkness
I gazed upon the mountains
I gazed into the heavens
A dark light emanating through the dark mist
A precipice into the abyss
I glimpsed peace
I heard silence
“there are more stars in the heavens than grains of sand on this Earth…”
who hears the mist
who listens to the sands
who wishes for the unknown
here is the wisdom…
On the edge of a shadow in the mist…
Here I am, vulnerable to the dark
Here I lay, hiding like a shadow in light
Here I cry, like a coward I fight
Is it time, time to let go
It is time, she has come to take me
It is time, she carries me as an infant
Helpless
Do I have to carry you
Can I live without you
Shall I die without you
Let me die, if all is without you
As dark comes out of light
Nothing comes out of dark
Take apart all that I am
Leave behind the pieces of my heart
Leave me to my shattered art
She has come
It is time
Time to carry on…
Tired and restless
My Soul and Mind at war
Broken and weary
My thoughts have drifted afar
Entering space and time
Reaching for peace
Catching a dream
That forever will shine
Along these adventures
These endless endeavors
Preceding the tales
No shadows, No veils
As the Mind and Soul escape
For as long as it will take
My spirit will follow
No shame nor no sorrow
Time will shatter
Distance will break
Space will crumble
All is all
All is fate
Shall I dance for you?
Shall I smile?
Shall I think for you?
Shall I learn?
Shall I live for you?
Shall I fly?
Shall I cry for you?
Shall I feel?
I dance, smile, think, learn, live, cry, feel
I shall, I do
For eternity
My Soul
I pray for
The day when
You and I can
Sit and cry and
laugh and smile
Just for a while
I miss you so…
Time simply goes
Passes us by
Leaves some ahead
Some behind
I wait for the day
In memory of my Father… This month will be dedicated to him… his birthday… the second since he has been gone… I will be posting thoughts and poetry for him… to acknowledge him
June 14th 1948 -December 18, 2006
You sat there
Alone in your mind
I reached into your soul
Knelt in silence
Waiting for the call
I could not bury my thoughts
Until you gave in
We are alone
Yet we are one
We reach for light
We find darkness in sight
You helped me carry this gift
Opened and found our worlds
We are alive in a fantasy
Imagine the possibilities
What is real…
what we see?
You sit there
Alone in your mind
In the middle of your thoughts
I walked through
You gazed upon me
I acknowledged you
Journals Of Enreal 