He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
Familiar Cobbled Streets, Pt. I
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
Pick Your Poison
And now it's getting hard to breathe. Pick your poison - heart or treason.
Ever Weigh Anchor
And ever faithful he shall be for sea brought him more joy than she. Better a man live a life of leave with enlivened heart 'neath tattered sleeve.
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
Chasing the Rain – Revisited
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
Ripple Effect of Understanding
But first, we must dive//And next, we must emerge//And allow the ripples of our newfound fantasia//Swell with a relentless Love
December Rose 