Layers of fogginess crept slowly, faintly winsome winter winds flowing into the dainty twilight inviting the keeper of knowledge to shed tears of wisdom, and the oaks dared to hope for the pursuit of happiness, and the pines dared to dream for liberty’s kiss, these were the few, the brave, and the lingering fears of … Continue reading The Forest
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Tis Faith
Wisdom’s Clasp To every soul that breathes there is a dream, And as the silence of the dark descends, The voiceless whispers floating in a stream, Avail us now to follow folly’s bends. Yet, wisdom clasps a corner of the earth, To sweep away the callous of the dirt, No fear would dare to foul … Continue reading Tis Faith
Cherish the Light
I can see it now. . . The light before the dawning. The hue before the sunrise, the mysterious grayish perrywinkle spreading its coming across the pages of the sky, an unseen lamp striding slowly bringing the day to fruition, and every morning is God’s gracious gift of opportunity, a piece of time allocated for … Continue reading Cherish the Light
In Him I Reside
Wars & rumors of Wars, like we are living in a shower of stars falling. . . falling into distrust, fear, violence and the hatred begins to fill our minds, as we choose our sides, humanity preparing for Anakin’s betrayal and I see creeping at an insidious crawl, darkness waiting, breathing down our necks, for … Continue reading In Him I Reside
The Conundrums & Commands of Conviction
The milieu of voices chanting, crooning a berceuse to the tune of times tempo, arranging the minutes to match the movement of moments. The epoch’s clock clicking through humankind's existential crisis to the wavering of wandering sonatas mixed with the steady churning of realities rap. Imploding auras of intergalactic space and mythical mysteries defined through … Continue reading The Conundrums & Commands of Conviction
A Sheep Was I
RESTLESSNESS A sheep was I. Lost in the meadow dew, my eyes squinting into the mistiness. I wondered who the Shepherd was; I worried at the mention of His Name. Frolicking among the lambs, I didn't know Him. Sometimes, I thought I caught a glimpse of Him, but I never really knew. One day, I … Continue reading A Sheep Was I
And Still the Watchers Rage
There is a wonder in this fury, And a fury in this wonder . . . the feared and the fearful acting as they wallow. And still the watchers rage to sorrow or to gain, to one or to another, to facts or tales or white truths the same. There is a strangeness … Continue reading And Still the Watchers Rage
Just A Poet 