this is just my venting. I had to write what I am feeling or I will bust ( Read more... )

A poem this is not so it will not rhyme ( Read more... )

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Soft, translucent like the waves that ride upon the waters ( Read more... )

Third eye opening
movement coming quickly into view
just short of focus
then passing out of sight
time travels out of sequence
today becomes yesterday then turns to tomorrow
what does it mean to grasp the unknown
to have faith in what cannot be touched
embrace that which is a gift from the Gods
quench your soul
rejoice
Blessed Be

Turning I caught a glimpse of you
Within this vault I call my mind
Flood gates opening
Not sure of what's coming
What hells fury I will find

an expansion of awareness
touching energy that radiates
awakening the spirit inside that dwells
encompassing time, space

Behind these eyes
beyond the trappings of flesh and substance
what is to be found
a minuscule voice of reason and sanity
some trace of hunger tightly bound
clawing, shredding the walls of self inflicted containment
hidden cleverly, slithering around
closely guarding all that is precious
no entrance gained, nothing to be found

He came into view ( Read more... )