Random Awesomeness

More than "Morning Meditation" More than "Mere Poetry" The window divides without distraction without enter-action I revel in the richness of it all Like a serendipitous text message Like an unexpected yet oh-so-timely call from my sweetheart The window knows what I have seen through its framing despite its naming Even my Dark friend has [...]

Sometimes I feel broken or at least slightly bent Like dreams when awoken life just got up and went There's an ache in my spirit There's a turd in my hand And all hope for the future is now pounding the sand Pounding sand Then she comes to me She comes to me Fee and [...]

What I had was good I knew there was another Better to have stopped ------ Blessed... m(___)m    

Entropy of the I declining lots of pi an un-inverse intro-terse micro-cosmos passing bi- lateral meaning less trans-sabbatic- cal mess our fun-indexed tickled text enigma tic will confess Or not ----- Blessed... m(___)m  

A graceful turn away from scrutiny looking for the edge soon to be Confronted now pulling quickly back unknown threats not to be trusted The tattered shelter beat but not beaten a case just in case No threat detected curiosity conquers still warranting cautious inspection ------ Blessed... m(___)m  

Rage contained repressed and on display a trigger treasure-trove Filters full on working over-time a distraction's dream obfuscations at ready Decision an inward turn my love before me over-thinking no longer an option ------ Blessed... m(___)m  

Windows to wonder all need not be revealed Sparks of imagination from far afield than ever could The tactile shell speaks not of sacred contents A rusty mesh unable to contain only screen ------ Blessed... m(___)m  

Awake to the power of focus in wide angles of need and self validation Visceral vicarity becomes vehicle for the venal ------ Taken aback by my own inability to share in this moment that which must pass without further comment ------ My love brings me back to the precious I have no words ------ Blessed... [...]

I had a story in my head made up by who knows whom about a time less full of dread and fear fresh from the womb A time when men of honor made a world at nature's breast who'd rather fall upon their blade than fail the final test The gods this world of men [...]