being yourself is easy – there’s nobody else you can really be – i could imitate you but that wouldn’t make me stop being me –
New Poem: “scathing sunlight scorching parched earth -“
scathing sunlight scorching parched earth – scathing humans robbing humans of self-worth – earth spins panting, looking on in its despair – our every action makes it wish we weren’t here –
New Poem: “friendly monster in my nightmare”
friendly monster in my nightmare tells me that the fear is unfounded here and now – the scary isn’t here – “but just wait till the morning when you wake…”
There’s a Nightmare Afoot
There’s a nightmare afoot and I cannot tell if it is a dream or reality rearing its ugly head intent on breaking the spell – Something dropped and then picked up only to be dropped again – play that on […]
For All the Flaws of Our Life On Earth
Could I earn a place in Heaven – by what means and what might it do to me? What if I found that once there, then not only had I ceased to be but too that Heaven isn’t as it […]
You Called Me Forth
You called me forth and I stumbled out into this light that blinds me. “Well, here I am – what is it that you wanted out of me? Not what you get? I see.” Well, here I stay mindful of […]
These Are Just My Thoughts
I don’t claim to have all the answers these are just my thoughts; disorganized and fragmented as they come. A relentless stream that varies from gibberish to genius. But however smart they sound at least at times I do not […]
How About Writing About Something I Know?
How about writing about something I know? Something I care about? How about not caring in advance whether the reader understands or wants to understand or whether or not it even matters? How about settling for the idea that everything […]
I Have a Crippling Fear of Writing
My biggest wish for the future is that everybody would stop pretending that they are perfect when they all know they’re not. My perfect scenario being universal honesty about our faults and fears and vulnerability. But since everybody else seem […]
En dråbe sandhed
Det var ikke regn der ramte – det var en dråbe sandhed. Skynd dig at forstå den før den fordamper! Du tørrer den væk? Nu er den er væk.
My Antiquities
The things I valued not so long ago – the things for which I lived and the ones I left untold are all now piled together into one close-packed rhyme for all now share in fate: They’ve fallen out of […]
Happiness
The happiness we find along the way we’ll lose someday but the happiness we find within ourselves will never stray; it stays to warm our hearts and guide us right on till the end – do not believe in buying […]
New Poem: “The Truest Love Poem I Shall Ever Write”
I’ve loved you since my childhood. I’ll love you till I die. Your immaterial material being has made me laugh and cry. I know each nook and corner, I’ve walked each street and path. And though I’ve left in person […]