In the beginning There was a seed Creator limning Sotto Voce There was reverie For the burgeon But the avarice Struck the virgin Scorned by the scapegrace So she went mute Melody discarnate Dissonance scute Crescendo the lie Crescendo rue But a greater song: True Love construed Singing "all for One"... Continue Reading →
It was an absolutely spectacular day to be six years old. The sun was shining, a few fluffy clouds spotted the bright blue sky to give it a bit of texture, and there was a breeze that was just cool enough to raise the goosebumps on my arms. It was the kind of day that required a... Continue Reading →
I've been coming to the realization that I don't talk much about my past, except for the stories I told in Made To Be Me and She Loves Me. Even more honestly, I haven't told one of those stories in about a year, and the other one I'm not sure I've ever shared with any of... Continue Reading →
I was wading through the shallows of the Pacific Ocean, searching for a souvenir to give to my mother. She likes it when I bring her rocks from all over the world. As I scavenged, I remembered that the occasional sand dollar will pop up, if you are diligent and know where to look. I... Continue Reading →
I was designed for a shimmer in blue for a merry sailor tune for all of the things that titillate you I can see the wide open sea the salt air breeze like a veil and ring like my bride to be and so I ebb and flow I ne'er let go let the words sing into an ocean... Continue Reading →
They say there's time for everything and now I think I know why. No. I get it. Not everything is perfect. In fact, nothing is. But there has to be a time to be sad. When I'm sad, I linger on it. On times of mourning, moments where things didn't quite turn out, on love's... Continue Reading →
They say there's a time for everything and I can't help but ask why. No. I get it. Not everything is perfect. In fact, nothing is. But why does there have to be a time to be sad? Why, when I am sad, do I linger on it? On times of mourning, moments where things... Continue Reading →
Why do I struggle Between silhouette or marionette To Daedal and autarchic From some thing once To some one evermore Because from egocentric To altruistic I am the cog I am the wheel I am the sword I am the stick I am where I am The fly in the web and... Continue Reading →
My scribbles may be sloppy, and some too sloppy for some readers, so I will write the words below, but it took a pen and paper to come up with these words. Sometimes there's something too mechanical about pounding the keys of a computer, and my creative mind refuses to engage. It was a pen... Continue Reading →
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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