An Artist's Soul |
An artist's soul is a bottomless holein which life incessantly flows into.Insatiably collecting sensationsa hunger never realizing it's due.Once an artist's hand is given commandit re-creates life- bi... Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 14:02:00 GMT |
They're Just Not "That" Into You |
I recently went to catch one of the new movies ("He's Just Not That Into You") that had intrigued me... with my son (my date for the night). :) I know, it's sad, isn't it?! LOLI digress, anyway, in a... Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 10:52:00 GMT |
Neverwas |
In the land of Neverwasthings are never quite what they seem.Faces, places, memoriesthought once to belong in dreams.Within the land of Neverwasyou'll find no future, present, or past.'Fore in this mi... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:36:00 GMT |
God's Breath |
The wind softly sighs as it sails by-passing from here to eternity. Seeds of our yesterdays are conveyed-to ports of uncertain destiny. Gusts rattle, then heave, through autumn trees-as if to say- "He... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:16:00 GMT |
Enigmas of Night |
As dreams unfold in the light of day-they often fade into shades of grey. Visions in night once so dear to me-daylight does dim into faint memories. I struggle to grasp the whispery threads-to reweav... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 11:01:00 GMT |
Life Is Sweet |
If all the world were apple pie,and all the sea a crust of lattice pastry...And up above reigned a blueberry sky,adrift with fluffy clouds of whipped topping...Shunning a fork in lieu of my hands, wit... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 10:48:00 GMT |
When the Mimosa Blooms |
Vivid dreams come to me on a southern's day.Thoughts of work and responsibilities scatter along the way.Heightened senses are toyed with and teased,with honeysuckle wafting on a summer's breeze...and ... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 10:10:00 GMT |
Finding My Way |
As I amble down half-beaten pathsand stroll along wrong roads in despair...there is only me and my shadow. Yet, I am not alone, He is always there. Endlessly, I seem to flounder aboutwith no direction... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
Songs of Solace |
I know why the caged bird sings...for the past and the solace it brings,reminiscing on old memories. His bittersweet song flows sure and true...a voice consumed with passion deserving it's due,escapin... Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 09:24:00 GMT |
Ponderosity of Life |
Time goes by-leaving me to wonder whyfate has brought me here. Were there lessons to be learned,signs to discern...was the message supposed to be clear? In a prior place, another day-somewhere along t... Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 17:26:00 GMT |