Like I’m spinning a clay ***,
I dig my fingers into my face,
Stretching, pushing, pulling,
My hands coated in red clay.

There are days where the world makes me draw a blank, where nothing fits and all I do is think all ropes struck split-ended and torn no paths cross no links and certainly no endings. A trail begins and the hill drops down steeply low below my groans and moans of pain and distraught - I'm forced to appeal, to let them go. Jump! Jump! And I draw a blank.

Sometimes nothingness stares back at me; looming over me and my thoughts - overbearingly present consuming my mind until there's nothing left but this stark stinging sound scratching in my ear
I’m forced to itch an itch I can’t reach; unfulfilled and tense I’m annoyed and aggravated, in agony and anguish.

These days, which seem to last weeks, cut deep into the abyss of my memories;

who I was supposed to be. A dull glow of an image I traced in my mind steadily peering over my hollow body haunting all the squeaks and creaks of my joints.

I'm spooked by my naked brain bubbling pointless noise.

I lay lazily through my creepy trance as vines that held me tight debunk from my nerves. Painfully they un-tie my paralysis and I let my lungs pound the roof of my mouth with ghastly chokes of cursed air. Hours of mindless screeching.

I'm free!

My breath eases up
and my soul finally gets to explore
the deep universe I see
when closing my eyes.

I praised the fires above Newnan
the orchestra beneath the pine canopy ,
the sweet taste of evening rain ,
the sturdy porch and the creaky vane
the score calls for a crisp , adagio melody-
of rebirth and revelry ,
with mirth , eloquence &-
the sustain of Heavenly instruments  ..
Amen !

Lift your wings
fly high up, let the
wind ruffle your feathers
while the breath of the earth
raises your eyes to the sky

Clouds bring their tears
scattered across great lands
showering the people with
burdens beyond bearing
unmeasurable grief

So I chase the summer breeze
on passed the lightning bugs
and mimosa trees..
And, at the tail end of the wind,
I roam, till I find what feels
like coming home