The wheels may never
start turning,
nor the stars aligning,
or the winds whispering,
to guide me to where I need to be.
But may I be able to
gather the courage
to dust off my boots and
bandage my wounds to keep trekking,
clearing the trail that I should lead.

-Amen!

every moment captured line by line
line by line comes as easy to me as breathing in and out
each and every line, an opportunity to connect

this gnawing, exhausted and angry soul grips my chest
I am barely living with all the passing thoughts
passing thoughts that keep me up at night

putting those thoughts down line by line
helps me find the quiet and peace I need to heal

I am reaching out to you to be vulnerable again
line by line my soul heals

I wake up to a sunrise.
One of those life highs.
An idea starts to crystallize.

The gift of life.
The most precious gift.
Feel your spirits lift.

Stop for a time and look around.
Do you see what you've found?
The small pleasures of life abound.

The beauty of nature.
Sensations to savor.
Family and friends to love with great vigor.

A world to discover.
Creations to mother.
The gift of life.

Of splintered miles    
and distant plumes      
of prayers left idle        
down mossy smith      
To look back on the
lies of my kin...

A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith

The masquerade

Of splintered miles
and distant plumes
of prayers left idle
down mossy smith
To look back on the
lies of my kin...

A defiled fender
and dissonance
a street light flickers
down mossy smith

Sometimes
I just don’t know
Sometimes
I just don’t get it
A fluid line of ink on a page
Stops abruptly near the edge
Unsure of where to continue
What to continue
Pooling into a dark stain
On a once praised piece of work

When it comes to creating art
And somebody starts explaining
“All you have to do is...”
I can always count on the reductive advice that follows
To be only worth discarding