Dim lamp light casts
a poetic dance of shadows
from the corner of my
quiet office space
tracing words neatly
in my scribe's notebook
I rassle the pen skillful
to print.

I notice my paced breathing
holding back ever so carefully
the cowering anticipation
of the haunting lull
a writer dreads in times
of fevered inspiration.

My handwriting is strong
and simple, neat and tempered
but I soon expect the sneak
of the serpent scrawl to
wrap around my wrist
and pull me in tighter to
the tempo of a poet in heat.

I brace myself and breathe
deeply, purposefully I release
a humming hush of air
from my loose lungs.

I tend to tap my right foot
to the beat of a silent drum
rarely in rhythm with my
right writing hand.

Here comes the scrawl
I feel I can't control
Is it lack of strength
or the sheer thunder
rolling thoughts on paper??
I think it is a little bit of both

Where are you dear
fellow poets in your
casting hour??
Conjuring up words
to share our wants,
needs, fears and doubts
so perfectly
...or not....

The point is in the
actual act itself
isn't it??

Don’t act on
What you have heard
Until you have listened
Carefully

In depth
there is
fear and insecurity...

Therefore
people prefer

The shallow
Tried and tested...

Silent moments are the most profound
When you are aware of your presence
And you are connected with inner calling
Where the body seeks the souls solace  
You are embraced with a calm feeling
Realizing the depth and dimension of silence
It’s the language to be mastered over time
You can connect the severed links
As it draws you out of the chaotic conundrum

As I lie here self drugged
between dream and reality
my mind opens up
to previously unseen possibility

where is this line between dream and real
to me they are the same
at least that's how I feel

Where does life end
and where's it begin
do we wander this life
in supposed dark sin

Does God have a plan
or are we just travelers
adrift on this plane
too many things I cannot explain

I'll continue to wander
no plan and no guide
all I can do
continue my stride

This in between land
in the ether does lie
questions and answers
someday we'll find

I find when I'm alone with my thoughts
questions arise
why do we only use roughly 10-14% of our brains potential

what if we could use more?

Say perhaps, most of it

what hidden secrets could we unlock?

could we hold entire conversations without saying a word?

I sit and ponder in my time alone,
are we part of a human collective conciousness that we have yet to rediscover
all our past, present and futures intertwined though at present we are too ignorant to the fact to accept it,

But...

what if we do and we move toward understanding how exactly the unconcious mind works ,
are dreams we have clues to something larger that we simply pass off as "silly dreams"merely because we cannot comprehend what we are being told?

Here we are in the 21st century and still we do not understand where our minds/concious being  goes when we are put under anesthesia,
we simply are not there!

I for one find this a topic of immense wonder

It has been proven that while under the influence of powerful mind altering drugs that certain portions of the brain seem to be "unlocked"
and register off the charts
Anyway just one of the things I like to ponder when I'm alone with my thoughts.

If I could cure what ails thee
there wouldn't be a pause
such a soul deserves it
and humanity will feel the loss
we may not think it now
but perhaps he'd have done great things
just another senseless passing
there will be one less soul who is laughing

but,maybe there will be the laughing on the other side
for this soul no longer has to endure  "survival"

It's like soda-
Bubbly. Sweet.
It's like sun-
Warm. Bright.
It's like movies-
Neverending. Timeless.

Waiting, waiting,
Or should I forget?
Image held in my mind,
Desires,
So many books,
And too many blogs,
But the word,
Content,
Stills the clashing voices,
Rest,
And the angst falls away,
In roar of beauty,
Yours.
Life is so much more,
I don’t have to marry,
Do I?
To know the true beauty of the mountains,
Or enjoy a starry night on the beach,
I remind myself,
love doesn’t last forever,
And this feeling of longing,
Won’t go away,
Chased by a dashing young man,
In life.
Only when the world is restored,
Will that piece of my heart,
Come back.

Let me in, so I can ***** your soul
under waters, I can edify my own
silent noise, and your voice takes control
like loud whispers of soul music
your eyes sharpen my heart
gestures may rest while my writing takes a stand
minds collidin' in the inside of space
touching of bodies takes time, no pace
you're designed from the deep-end of my soul
like a sculpture standing tall in abundance.