From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore. It’s a disturbing notion. The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of … Continue reading The Void
Voodoo ebb and flow; Summer setting on the horizon. My fancy white linen crumples to a dirty gray mound. Wicked vibes are rippling. The days are getting shorter; I can feel the chill of darkness behind me. Another spell is cast. Night is expected and still disturbing.
Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because someone is hoarding coins—yadda, yadda, yadda, dum-dum diddy. We lost our getaway, our annual moment of jubilee.
It's August; we're still here; Summer stole Spring's rite of passage. We waited while experiencing the four-corners of isolation. Our hibernation feels eternal. I'll never understand the mechanics of time.
Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is abrasive. The wounds have blurred my vision. The Winter took its toll, but the groundhog predicted an early Spring.
From March into April, treading slowly through the deep muck of despair. Adversity attacking my health and sanity. Pleasant memories erased; this cruel environment taking its place. Working hard to change the way I see things; removing the garbage, cleaning the mud off the floor.
A soft and sensual silhouette; Springtime in the distance. Gentle breeze whispering anecdotes; Sunlight's smile so reminiscent. Lingering behind the shadows; Hiding those deeply rooted affections. Questioning whether this familiar road Holds a favorable direction.
Today, in Punxsutawney, Pa., Phil the ground hog did not see his shadow therefore; we will have an early spring. I am looking forward to the end of winter and if this forecast is accurate then I will be a happy man. I hope that this delightful change in seasons will allow my mind to … Continue reading Ground Hog Day
He saw her face again, under a different circumstance; memories still lingering within the fragrance. What they had was but a diversion; the acquaintance of familiarity at a fork in the road. Their attraction was the means for her mental distraction from the cuts and abrasions inflicted by so much broken glass. The prick of affection; … Continue reading Interim
I have forgotten the smell of spring rain; the birth of joy a distant memory. Cherry blossoms fell like snow; trampled by the feet of dockets. I was burned by the heat of summer; my body branded "a fool". The muscle in my chest dried out; love consumed by a lasting drought. I was touched … Continue reading Moments
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