I know I got it, writing a haiku poem; counting out syllables. But is it my style, maybe to play for a while; counting out syllables. Don't usually do this, focus on numbers not words; counting out syllables. It is different; a change to the usual: counting out syllables. Will I keep it up; is ...Read more

Take two cups of elderberry dust, pour into a mixing bowl; whisk with melted love, until creamed pink. Set it aside for the topping. Catch a shooting star, place it into a mixing bowl; be sure to let the light remain it removes all old stains. Sprinkle bits of inspiration, add strings of dedicat...Read more

Art is intricate varying in expression or selection yet delicately personal. E. Ex. #Collum...Read more

A frame surrounds me as glass keeps me in. Your reflection shows with me in it. Matted boarders add a colorful blend. Borderlines to compliment the color lines. Unchanged beauty frozen in time, blued by the hues of creation. For I am but a portrait Of a momentary glance Caught in an everla...Read more

He tried to make her bitter; Tasted the sweetness of her words. Constructing stories to lure the mind Somehow finding the time, To still be in the way. Blocking things that time brings. In the way of what destiny Had to offer in his absence. Summarizing his fallacies as fantasies O...Read more

Protecting her heart, She gave it to herself. Refusing to be put on the shelf Of loveless living. Giving love when love was due Cherishing the morning dew Transforming objectives into completions. Creating from scratch in a way that inspired. Meeting; greeting as needed Seeds planted; t...Read more

Checking the phone constantly, looking for a message that doesn't arrive; testing the ringtone, hoping for a call that has been lost its connection. A collection of possibilities on different frequencies that remove that extra spark to connect with a direct force– a source of inspiration; ch...Read more

You started the fire, such a fire starter; sat back to watch the ashes decorate the sky, pillows of black, grey; white smoke- coasting upward at the sky. Unsatisfied, you had to flip it- poking; prodding, grasping hopes, dreams; desires blending like only you could. Energy used to pile; stack, ...Read more

She is beauty in its natural form, a performer that needs no performance, the origin of a voice that resonants, inspiration to the energy of inspiration, She is the catalyst for understanding; a reason to lean into the silence of growth; understanding. - E. Ex. ...Read more

Heart Her heart was open; willing to be loved, She walked through the gallery of things he had ever protected, She took note of the pain passed; resolved to protect his heart, She acknowledged the fire deep inside that never went out, She respected the source of his strength. His heart wasn’t a s...Read more

Pick a spot; pop a squat, it's time for a story, it won't be gory, waiting for the know; not how this go; proof is in the detail not yet for resale; barely written, topic slightly bitten, dropped this with a rhyme, it's almost storytime. She healed; moved on, her words made a song, tuning o...Read more

He put on a performance that was so calculated, the calculator didn't compute. A spurt of love bombing. A covering of dirt. That false plea for affection, for attention. It was effective. Severing the cord of vital communication with a heart flame that fizzed; sizzled out. The goal of painting ...Read more

She had to unbecome to become. She dismantled the independent medal of carrying weight that wasn't her own. It lost its value. The timing of exuding high levels of masculinity was embraced during its season that it was a necessity to endure. Lost timing of documented; undocumented hours spent...Read more

Sparking things with your mind. Following through with your shots. You're ready. Your worth is deep within your soul. You're an original. Physical lust fades. Mental lust burns. Emotional lust scorches. You're worth what you decide. Stand on it. Spin; stand on it. Transfer that energy into arti...Read more

Clear Eyes I saw you from the shadows. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. It could have been an epiphany. To stop looking at things from the shadows; shed light so I can see clearer. Yet, my eyes didn't deceive me. You're exactly what I thought you to be. Truly a work of art. Shoc...Read more