Another new journey is underfoot
Discover paths which lead to a better understanding.
Let your voice make a stand where your feet cannot.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
In the far corner lay
her frumpled boots,
a monument to humanity's hidden truths.
Daily burdens of mental, physical abuse,
the toll mounting without allay
bygone fears kept at bay
years of growth wither untold
crumpled underfoot by inhuman lecherous controls.
nethered by these leathered souls.
A vice’s grip is a cowardly clasp.
winds change, fogs lifts, grief finds strength in the past,
Dismay, now the torturers sheaf.
Confidence steps forth empathized by another’s sorrow
World unites with each behold,
of leched acts that lurked in the shadows
exposed by truth in the dawn of each tomorrow.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
Moving towards what makes you scared,
Seems dangerous,
But doing it we must!
Safety is not embracing or accepting of what we know,
there is a certain disquietude with familiar dread
That comes from internal conversations unreconciled
What to do with who we are now, in the moments ahead.
Trust the “ letting go,” for fear is only an abusive perspective.
Many of us cling to our fears, doubts, self-loathing or hatred
Clutched comparative choices walk hand in hand.
with the desire, the wanting,
to be rid ourselves of disempowerment.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Shutters banging, wires whining
window's panes expand & contract
recoiling from each of her gusty screams
like last breaths' growling sounds so stark,
Sirocco the mistress of many an imagination,
is howling just outside in the cover of dark.
Belligerent, drunken by Saharan sand,
thoughts stifled in its haze,
even the sun's face grays.
She can't help but touch everything,
an unwieldy child in a candy shop
handling everything that is yours as hers.
Her shrills build with no exhaust,
blasts of hot air run loose
a horse unhitched, where will it stop?
Enter the crescendo, a switch flipped,
silence's pause, the dialogue was not some surreal innuendo.
Now, exposed by the signal of a single brave Finch,
all's well, over and done,
the flock joins in fever pitched repetition,
too, but without competition.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
Crocus purple today's dawning hue,
caressing the checks that embrace the view.
Beauty awakes every day anew,
offering, anything, everything,
a smorgasbord of gifts for all to partake,
tomorrow it will come, do not forsake,
as hearts beat syncopate unified,
in rhythmic tones their call, betides.
Gratitude in those whom witness
each sun's rise debut.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Within mixed company one might apprehend
Renouncing of truths which encumbers the world
Symptomatic social submission dyspepsia trend
Peripheral Cocktail conversations’ knurl
With premeditated segments pre-portioned for digestive ease.
Rambling thoughts, forego the shadows from which they unfurled
Blend they do into the abstract of popular sedition.
Modern life’s pace set to the speed of delusions,
Which shatters the barriers, setting free dangerous silent admissions.
From their recesses, where quiet hatred echoes hidden in hushed undertones,
Fed by the collective self interests’ of defensive conclusions,
The camouflage of fallacies, woven into faces we see..
PFL
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Until I moved away from the silent rebellion,
From the belief in the disbelief you’re selling.
Past the perception of I and you
Outside this moment’s, beyond us as two.
PFL
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Defying the consensus of complacency,
And the enantiomorphic political practicality,
Candidates embrace their vacillating indexicality.
Spouting thrift store self reliance sapientiality,
Telling lores of cultural compatibility.
Hope filled promises of economic suitability,
Aligned with institutional feasibility.
Packaged in over-inclusive catchall empty signifiers
Strewn across all media screens, communal utilitarian plan flyers.
Requesting no need for responsiveness,
For a vote no longer dictates precedence,
In the age of social media endemic presence relevance.
PFL
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Comfortable our pillows,
Softened by the wear of lingering memories
Their fabric faintly entangled with our combined scent.
Woven are we into each other, this our linen.
Today begins to beyond the remainder of time,
We share hours of happiness and moments of discord
Laughs balanced by sorrows, love’s tousled story
Betwixt these sheets
Captivating it's clutch, as we grasp the whole of our complete
Remembering our promises again, each and every morning
Together within them, we awake.
PFL
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Ask your heart,
What is the purpose of two worlds existing within one?
A mother’s first gaze into her child’s eyes,
The answer becomes.
Love seeing the creation of Love.
This epiphany gives truth to adoration,
Love is never absent in this reflection.
To proclaim peace, God sent a dove.
This messenger’s name, no mystery, Love.
PFL
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC