peak
peaks
peaks again,
a mountain rehearsing its own astonishment.
peek
pee--k
a keyhole widening
to let the future eavesdrop.
pique
p i q u e
a spark that refuses
to stay alphabetical.
All three collide:
a summit that looks back,
an eye that bristles,
a curiosity that climbs.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
We have come
to a precipice
There is nowhere to go
we've left civility
a long time ago
and forgot who we are
Frequency and light
Now is the time
to tune in to a higher place
that quiet place
within
simply sit and breathe
with the conviction
to end all suffering.
It only takes a good
few of us to find our peace within
to change the course of
humanity from the
brink of extinction.
And those who have
lost their way
let them see the light in your heart
from your commitment
to love and kindness.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
Let the force of truth and justice
reign all over the world
We are here.
Speaking the truth.
It is raining peace
It is raining love
It is raining kindness
no more war
no more brute force
no more violence
let the meek rise
against tyranny
let the forces of love prevail
Now and forever.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
I am no saint
but I could try
To shape
your name
with my lips
To whisper divine
Sacraments to you
It’s not futile
To believe we come
From this one
inimitable force
that governs our souls
as long as we
can fathom
the intangible
we can mirror
the love in all things
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
From Northern seas—
a pointillist dream; a woman of lithe measures descending into the sensation
—a noun rather than an adjective
Her ideology—
blowing across infinities of sand
—provides imperfect warmth
to her hyacinths
and nethers
There's something terrifically
oceanic about it—she starts out
softly floating and then
whips herself up into
a gorgeous, overbearing squall
She can tell that there are storms
in each and every pore—but
the difficulty of teasing out
their contours reinforces
the impression that this
is private skin
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
We all strive
To be our best version
Of a perfect self
We all want
The perfect body
The perfect things
The perfect poems
But the funny
Thing is
It’s always
The quirk
The flaw
And
The ingenuity
That always stands out
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC
■ I ■
built a
castle in
the sand
■ a cathedral made ■
■ of dust • i thought ■
■ it great, so very grand ■
■ my motivations just ■
i sculpted flying buttresses • and
placed angels in its wings • there
were stained glass windows • and
other suchlike things • i labored at
it all the day • other duties set aside
but all my work was carried away
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■■■■■■■■ I considered not the tide! ■■■■■■■■
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SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016
Reposted 12/21
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
I have no children.
in living flesh.
the sum of my prayers
seemingly unanswered.
A karmic debt possibly.
granted me stillborn
dreams of becoming
a mother from
my own body's fortitude.
Who knows why.
except for the grace of
a higher power in the
quantum field of creation.
for this reason.
I don't dare feel child less.
I am child free.
Free to love everything deeply
as the urge within
my womb to create wanes.
dissipating into a great
love affair for what is.
waxing every day.
Taking each breath
with more than a grain of salt
and calling it. Freedom.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
We could be sages again
Burning with the moon
You dying with me
To be risen from the
soot of our bones
We were vicious once
Licking the flames from our limbs
Mending deep as the stones
Come lay down your demons
And be anointed
by
the
fire
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 11:57 PM UTC