Selectioneering Day
November 7, 2016
Remember November… the very 8th of November. Election Selection, or is there a choice? Emails over idiocy, and brains over infancy. Throw out your toys, and awake your attention.
A Bit of Piece and Quite Right
November 9, 2015
A time that seems so far away and yet so close to touch. A mamocillo for your thoughts and a time to remember. I always look to you, to see for me. I’ll share an eternity with you, and all of my mamocillos too.
In Two Decades: 1
September 16, 2019
In two decades of working with hundreds of folks from all paths and plights, here’s what I’ve gathered: If your gut is telling you something, do not ignore it and do not dismiss it as some irrational/ illogical fear or paranoia. Process it and understand that this feeling comes from 1000’s of years of adaption … More In Two Decades: 1
The Orbit
September 23, 2018
A Love burns, shooting her flames aside an open hearth Slowly evolving like the truth here on Earth A Love orbits – just to fall hard to ground Gravity pulls – plays its card all around Yet Love is stronger and Gravity has not its day She rises from ashes to dawn, a new way. … More The Orbit
As She Would Have It
September 20, 2018
Her landslide of tacit rejoinders and quips. Her legion of exchanges and sips. Her battalion of emotions and trips. A circle of refrains and generous tips. How did I get here so quick? A past littered with many a reason A present shadowed by undying allegiance A future carved for eternal seasons I … More As She Would Have It
Constancy
September 20, 2018
Constancy, in a cathedral of changing colors- Each day shows its colors. Blue Calm, yet Tormented. Red Revered, yet Ignored. Orange Spiritual, yet Inert. Green Festive, yet Subdued. Tainted in light’s refraction, articulated a reflection through a subtle glance; This is where days are found and choices so made. It doesn’t matter what color she … More Constancy
In Absentia
July 29, 2017
In Absentia, I’ve seen the ugly and the meek, turn uglier and more weak. Beauty lies in a pot of reality at the end of a rainbow. The end is always a beginning and the beginning has no end. Truth reigns and overcomes.
Tide’s In, War’s out.
November 11, 2015
Towering Moon
November 10, 2015
And in an island instant, the clouds appears to blanket the sun. A tower of strength merges into a sea of starry fish. From which the Baby Moon does so surely appear, shining brighter than the white of interstellar starlight, so comes to me near.
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