I have mulled in the questions in my brain through trying emotional crisis; yet, one seems as unique as the rest. Why is it that I feel as if I am the Frankenstien's monster, made in ugly pieces of a mis-shapen and grotesque outline of what a person should be? It happens when people question my strengths as a writer, as a lover even as a friend. ( Read more... )

Yes another Oracle to Guide Your or My Life With ( Read more... )

Yes it is another night filled wiht lonely thoughts within a head that can't take much more than the soppy wet cloth that gets left in the shower. It only drips dry in the vain hope of remaining clean. Why is it that insomnia becomes the nightmare of a dream I once knew in a warm bed with pillows as my comfort? It is only a head some say but it is ( Read more... )

It's late and I have just come home from a 'chick flick.' the darkness was perhaps at fault or maybe the idle chatter of analysis that comes from the training of two people. As we were talking we past by a feild of lights illuminating a tennis feild and a pair wacking the ball back and forth in the futile effort of making a point in or out of the ( Read more... )

The fabric against my bare skin shifts in the balance of the cool night air flowing into the room and the warmth of the bed underneath me. It is dark and sparse in the room I am in and the bed becomes a stark beacon against the backdrop of shadows existent in the night. Turning over in awareness that I am a guest here in this house; yet, I feel ( Read more... )

When the last frost of winter has melted and the scent of spring is in the sir, we can practically hear nature's sigh of relief. The pungent scent of earth in our nostril quickens the spirit of joy in our own hearts, as days grow longer and warm the sleeping seeds underground into life. And the thrill of reawakening life is felt as keenly in the ( Read more... )

It is world around me unlike any other, but much like the one, I know to be true. Rubble of majestic buildings, beautiful balancing nature and humanity are gone from my site. What exists is the darken skies of raining blood though not one drop reaches the faces of hatred, jealousy and greed around me. The only blood dripping to the soak ground ( Read more... )

In most every entry I shall perhaps include some but accordingly not all of the below ( Read more... )

The stream swirls. the wind moans in ( Read more... )