Another new journey is underfoot
Discover paths which lead to a better understanding.
Let your voice make a stand where your feet cannot.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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