Makers and Creators!

Not with pen and paper, not with imagination, but with a lifetime review comes the definite knowledge of failed experiments. ‘tis the makers and creators that exceed their boundaries and plan according to a dream not meant to be and I, the innocent, bear the weight of failure. And when that weight is lifted there’ll [...]

Suffering

I chanced upon a little thing called suffering by some not boxed and well confined but free and liberated and ambidextrous that’s for sure because it dishes out both left and right equal amounts of self. Sometimes it flutters quickly by but sometimes nests within and builds a fortress thought to be indestructible. And that [...]

Death Row

Not many are sitting on Death Row for draining the life force of soul because invisible crimes today, always, are simply swept under the mat. The mat has bumps here, there, everywhere, but we walk as if nothing exists until sleep overcomes the day and soul has a chance to pray. Maybe it prays for [...]

Just a trickle

It’s just a trickle not a flood that courses down the cheeks of one when sadness overwhelms the day and empathy takes precedence. The reach and stretch to disengage loses force and lies dismayed within the heart and mind, the soul, of one bound up in love. And how to cut the strings of love [...]

Moss and “stuff”

It’s life that gathers moss and “stuff” and packs it all in plastic bags not sure if now’s the time or not to throw it all away. They sit in cupboards, nooks, crannies, and cause the overflow of past to crowd and suffocate the new like demons that askew the mind. And it takes a [...]

Tears

When the tears have been dried and the towels been thrown into the depths of history they sit in the heat of no relief because once they’re in there and nobody cares they’re like all criminals jailed. And towels aren’t dainty strips of silk that tear at the slightest touch or delicate fabrics that shrink [...]

Martyr

When the heart’s in slow motion and toes, fingers, numb life and love come under spotlights and so for a time I’m a martyr to heat in suffering of intense betrayal. But I know there’s a see-saw somewhere close by and my time at the bottom a transitory phase and yet, and yet, martyrs can’t [...]

First moment of a day

It’s just a snatch and grab of sleep these days when life abrasive, harsh, that brings a sense of settled peace with the moment of first wakefulness. That moment sometimes long and deep intrudes upon the loneliness and wanders through the forests, glens, like one who knows the way. At other times a child at [...]

Some days

Some days she forgets where the palette is kept and when she remembers the paints are missing and she wanders the halls lost and bereft like a stranger in love’s diocese. No one knows, you see, what to expect in that place where “life” cannot intrude and trespass beyond the boundaries imposed by personal and [...]

A simple cry

When the line is unbroken between heart and eyes there’s no getting away from a simple cry but a cry’s not simple; it’s a spiked cocktail where inputted love fights conditioning. The fight rages for a second or more like sea as it pounds on immovable rocks until the waves rise, up, higher up, and [...]