Forevermore.

You cannot ask me to come clean against judgement that no one has experienced before, especially when you know nothing more than they do themselves. Although, they have judged. Many times. Many places. Many years ago. They sit there, standing for us in solidarity, yet know nothing of our suffering. It’s blindingly and erroneously hypocritical…

this or that.

If this really a glitch in some twisted digital display, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to bow-out early. I have. Many times. Maybe we are A.I. castaways from a future we didn’t intend to invent. Gaming was never my thing, anyway. If I were to set out to play the game, why not do…

Reflecting.

I’m pretty sure I’d say goodbye to all the agents that drove me to dream of you. I didn’t even love you like that, yet here you are. Standing before me in a world where adventure reigns and balancing acts become a thing of the past as we dive into to the fall where I…

Move, Child! | Automatic Transcription.

You shouldn’t throw those words around like flaming lips in a one man show. As if you were the only one with the dagger. Ha! I say, as my mind scours the range for someone to mean their twisted truths, for someone to fall at my feet begging for a forgiving heart left bleeding between…

Grains of Sand.

November 2017 – Posting as a healthy reminder. “We really needn’t waste time explaining ourselves to or digging for answers in the minds of those playing in the sandbox, when our essence of truth lies on expansive beaches amongst the shifting waves and the microscopic brilliance within each grain of sand.” ~ Elizabeth I’m not…

Memories Faded.

Automatic Writing Session, November 11th, 2017. Memories faded as you forgave me for sitting on the fence. The edge of reason becomes a balancing act, but most don’t have the stamina to hold out long enough to see that when you fall, you land safely amongst the trees; only to climb back up and try…

Spic-n-Span | Poetry in Motion

As I step into this new healing venture, I am learning to be more comfortable with the fact that much of my writing is channeled. Especially pieces that make total sense, yet are profound in nature, and seem to roll right off of my tongue. There are times I go back and watch or read…