poem
-
The Detour
If I were to turn the wheel slightly and steer down the path, the path with the grass growing up through the cracks, the path led, “to nowhere fast.” A place I shouldn’t be, a place she’d be scared for… Continue reading
-
Soul Mate
Words absent, hollow, and weak, Devoid of satisfaction Silence indomitably speaks, Free from superficial reactions Backgrounds, landscapes and eyes take hold Vivid visions into the depths of her soul Unquestionably understanding unknown dimensions Inspired and at ease, an authentic reincarnation… Continue reading
-
Meet Me at the Curb of the Great Hall
Easy rest I wish for you resplendent angel, On this dark winter’s evening Dream in the domicile you lay Sleep deeply, and may content pack your heart Feel the comfort of home and family Learn the knowledge you seek from… Continue reading
Whatever Doctrine 