Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes

Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter
In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my… Read more Down
Gathering a poem that spurt out with a gentle strumming of nylon strings, I find myself, leaning against the wall,… Read more The World and Fantasy
I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the… Read more Ecstatic
Is it not strange to feel something so strongly that it consumes everything from your drunkenness to your dreams. I… Read more Dream, Scream, etc.
Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night… Read more My Heavy Heavy Friend
…effortlessness is the supreme virtue, she sung, enclosing all my endeavors in a bundle of refuse. I wanted to know… Read more Effortless
The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt… Read more Storm Dancer
Who arrested the evening? Even in custody she glows Their motion towards clarity Like roots holding on tightly But then… Read more Impressions of Evening’s Arrest
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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