Surging burning Fires Spirited Song — Crunching of the leaves afoot delivering autonomously — falling from the tree of life transfigured ascetically, whilst collapsing sounds of wind inflated memories — once known, forgotten spoken truths, frozen in the tracks completed the ones moreover not yet taken. Deliver this soul — humbled by a play-on of words…

Embracing the broken heart, broken bones, guided ships sailing on Growing up, we often experienced ‘growing pains’ with pain in the legs, ankles, hands, arms and possibly even mental anguish. With physical growth, we naturally expect growing pains with a hint of mental anguish as we learn more about life…

Supporting words of wisdom foretold by everyday — Engaging with the engaged — supporting words of wisdom foretold by everyday — heroes penning truths hidden for centuries, only to be unearthed by subconscious mindless acts of sharing an inner intelligence. Time clicked forward-backward, recalling that moment the mountains stood before my gate. Spinning of words reversal — loop…

A repeating cyclical behavior — The Irony of Man is not a new problem but a repeating cyclical behavior passed down from generation to generation. Aristophanes referred to this as eiron, the Greek word for irony, and applied its usage to any shady or annoying characters. The irony was that Aristophanes himself was a ‘jokester’…

Shaving a little mystery into the collective Myst — Sitting on the outskirts of reality, somewhere between galactic, whittling wood — shaving new thoughts into a spiraling collective pool of thoughts. Adding a little flare to the All in the All. Expanding, contracting, enriching with every shaving of new possibility, allowing thoughts to stick like wet noodles being tested…

Stepping into the Canvas with acceptance in my heart — Stepping into the Canvas the wind called my name… This is the day Your life will surely change. What you do with every breath, Every step, Will determine tomorrow. It may not come, But continue forward. Your hands are His. Your feet walk as Hers. Your mind shall think like His. Your Heart transplanted with Hers. With eyes of hope, Thoughts in…

In between seasons of change — Coming into the Autumn of my years — when I was seventeen, faded memories of seasonal change — summer dying with no more regrets of getting everything the mind tells me to do, done on time with nature’s pull. Reflection of childbirth’s glorious song — young teacher’s rising onto their…

Faithful servant sledge-hammerly bringing us down — If not for the word, powerful brush strokes of penning souls, what more — attacking with structured pairing logical agendas. Living Daggers in a heartbeat — the energetic flow of nature’s riff kicked to the curb and left out to burn. Outside Attacking with subtleties whispered backlash red’s penciled scratch. …