Infront of you it stands. What ever it could be. Where ever it lands. What ever it'll let you see. To you by demand might be prescribed, for better of worse. Yet it too might be derived from ones' choices first. It could be standing near you. It could be walking beside you. It could be waiting w...Read more

The dancing pointed leaves, float quietly from the trees. Proud blooms tilt their faces, to face the all-day orange sun. The honey orange cloud duvet, embracing warmly, the sunset, contrasting starkly the light grey of the foregrounds rocky perfect. Seeing flame colored waning moon-like scales, ...Read more

A field of heart is torn apart, rattled and shaken - unpredictable at the start. On this field there seems no divide, not a single soul in us could confide. This is grief, a souls' belief, that more could've been done to bring relief. Even when it all is seemingly well, it is said that only time...Read more

Outside the windows it seems a blur, a painting through a squint. An oddly misplaced allure, as moonlight apon the fog shall glint. Wood laid as a cross across, the window frame. Knowing knowledge of a presence lost, protection against what is yet by you to name. You walk along the hallway - qui...Read more

Pine floats crisply on the evening breeze, whispering to the grass and playing the trees. A whistle of shrill gusts played on the nature. A ripple like the sea, as bright as a glacier. Yet the wide and wondorous outside lay bare and unprotected under the moon. So you wonder uneasily what in its de...Read more

This feeling that might engulf thee, this cancerous abnormality, placed squarely in your soul, eagerly taking a share to turn it foul. It's presence rings in your skull, for it's small size it takes a detrimental toll. It veils you of joy, as it does itself physically deploy. Sweeping over your ...Read more

White clouds up ahead, float below lead, finding what is said, written in red. Pluck up, tear from a suit, a way. Cold heart, icy veins, crystal skin, snowy pain. Sharp and mellow, no bellow a blow, Closer to air and sky, than to this that lie. A silent tune, from the moon. The stars welcome...Read more

It would be safe on the other side? The rightward way of time. Would I be better off when reaching futurity? Or better so in yonder antiquity? What happenings hurry hastily near, mongering fear? And do they warrant such emotion? Or are the intricacies not clear? Will the future have more substan...Read more

Eyes stare with views askew at the untouched dew. Pointing needles at their faces, as if their ideals might turn contagious. A suave figure sets its sights, on a lamb grazing among the woodland pines, tumbling in its head uses for the hide, such a comely lamb might soon provide. "A lamb is best ...Read more

Time seems a fleeting idea, no longer set in stone. Years don't exist anymore, in anything more than a numeral score. Where years once felt a journey, now the seasons mesh together, to form an amalgamation of hazy things, tossed about in the twilight zone. The more I spend my time improving, an...Read more

Though you are a hue of amber we perceive, A lustrous metal by definition you be. Wars be fought as an ode to thee, Precious to many - precious to me. Gold. Your shimmering glamour we do see, A regal crown, an unanimous decree. Many once crossed the conquest sea, Hoping in glistening wealth to be f...Read more

Cold chilled clouds blanket the garden, like a vision of drawn dawn shrubbery. Dew lays cradled in dips along the leaves and let the rays of light refract in crystalline glow. A yellow hue hazily shows face from far behind rolling hills and faded mountains. A flow of warmth panning across the hor...Read more

Sands sweep past vinyard leaves, held between wake and dreams. Planting future seeds, to sprout sunflowers among the reeds. A step away and in-between, held between wake and dreams. Where logic to fiction is as fiction to logic. A River bends it's being with the setting sun, to form a oxbow in ...Read more

As copper leaves fly, and deciduous trees' leaves die. As the howling wind ceases and rain dries, and a lonesome songbird cries. Time passes us inevitably by. Changing rapidly with the indecisive sky. Dressing itself in cloaks weaved by light, reflected among pieces smaller than our sight that thr...Read more

Skipping stones across the surface, of the water's glasslike figure. Making small circles on a trail behind, before disappearing into the greenish hues. Deep along the downward path, amongst the carp and crabs, past the bobbing aquatic fauna, all flowing in own uniqueness touching the depths. De...Read more