Garden of Spirits
dreams beliefs that could be this way spiritism subjects
On the feeling of LIBERATION
A real Friend is the best what can we have
The Well Of Sadness
Wrote it about a year ago
A lovers palette
Poetry art fusion I should get the brushes out again, been a while.
Quantumsphere
Everything is everything.
Dedicated to a Hoarder
Hope it's a good day today
Outside my broken window
Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ... at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem... I look into my closed mind , to see if I can walk the night ... to bridge the gap , to keep close to me , the warm, life giving light..
The Poet
I am just reveling in my Libra mystique and mystery!
A dance cerise
for joyfully on this edge a dance cerise score unknown clothed in luster mortal its delight
Cloud Nine - A love poem
Just dreaming of love, falling in love and one final love.
Time To Time
Abstractive thinking about the meaning of live, love, joy, and happiness.
The Ride
This poem is about a night leaving Tijuana, Mexico. My friend and I had parked on the American side and walked over in the 90's you could do that. On our way out she dared me to ride on a mechanical bull that was near where we exited. This was the experience from that ride. It is part of a collection of poetry that has been turned into a novel I'm looking forward to having published very soon.
lover are lovers all
it of s small few lines for one some part of my life kept care,but left for rich one...
Destiny
Take away my sin Don't cast me aside For I feel hollow within My strength withers My arms are thin My body withers From decades toil Now broken my strength gone Where has life gone My strength now faltering My body broken Oh wher
confusing
feeling this way, today. Forever.
Whispers in the Night
if love visited me tonight, would i be the same? if love touched you tonight, would you remember his name? if love visited us tonight... would we dance beneath the sheets, or return to the safety of our restless shame? duplicity and reck
Changing Eyes
Completely abstract poem with no special or known meaning
Sighs
Composed on the fly.
Lost in the Clouds
We all have our poison
you know.........
Part of the human condition
Shadder o’these Maountains
Speaking in a little hill farmer dialect still used in this little corner of Yankeeland.
down in the wood
this is the only poem I ever wrote
Let us repent
Just Random thoughts
Fissures
Too fast to live, too young to die....
Incompetence of the healthcare professionals!
Reality nobody cares....
The Dragonfly
Deeply lost.
What Is Simple Anymore
Sharing the adventures of a kayak journey along a beautiful lakeshore.
Lost for love
Its dark and cold Its long I am here Waiting in this empty Inn The night is thick Laden with sorrows and whimpers Stars above blinks in despire Shadows moving in a silent dance As the lamp shimmer in cold wind Howling past me like ghost trai
This Blue Train
This Blue Train tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... the blue train slowly pass
Sweet treats
A yummy yummy couplet
LOVE
My thoughts on love, the good and the bad.
I am a sinner
My prayers
The viral blues
Happy New 2022 to us!
Kim
About my Ex
No Love
This site has no one (to love)
for a better world!
Sometimes feelings are the only thing you have
no title
plum blossoms fall through the memory of her sent leaving only silence
the identity
Sometimes we are not the same person
Fingernails
I guess this is an abstract writing of frustration...
Transitions
My father died on May 30th, 1990 while I was still in my teens yet I wrote this in 2004 or 2005 when I worked on Cruise ships and inspired to write. In the past, I had a tendency to bury difficult things until I was ready to consciuosly process it through writing...a hobby I wish I had pursued with more passion. Anyways, I thought I'd post it here to mark the occasion.... It is the first time I am posting something this private in a public forum. I'm not sure what category or style this will fit into but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank You.
Understanding
Contemplating understandings and misunderstandings and how to speak to those feelings.
A Summer Night Dream
Lazy summers, A passionate night We sit by the fire, I see and feel the love in your eyes between me and you the things I want to do. dim the lights and get closer to see that sparkle in your eyes, let's go back and move a little slower