Take me with you

Take me with you On the journey that you’re on. Speak with the silent whispers From the place that I am from. Take me with you My bright spark will guide your way. From that ego-minded self To my space of warmth today.

Future’s Kiss

There will never be a future occurrence of your heart beating next to mine. No fingers entwined, eyes locked on yours, staring into your rich veins of depth.

People are strange

Jim Morrison was onto something with People are strange.  People are strange when you’re a stranger.  It doesn’t matter if you’ve just met or if you’ve known someone for a lifetime.  When you don’t open up to your self, then you’ll never really know them and they’ll never really know you. On Thursday night I…

What if …

an ellipsis actually spoke volumes? What if … love What if … was always right What if … can What if … replaced can’t What if … change What if … occurred now What if … the world What if … experienced itself

How do you like your eggs?

Water and vinegar they spin in the pan, A glistening vortex, an uninspired man. Of choices he switches just like traffic lights. Smashing eggs in for fried on warm, spring nights. “Whatever is easiest.” Scrambling thoughts and it’s done. An uninspired man with opinions of none.

Binary Haiku (Don’t be a tree)

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Tomorrow is Today (Captured Sons)

I’m proud of you son, Dad. Six words that have resonated with me for years. Six words etched into a tombstone at the Kanchanaburi War Memorial, Thailand. The tombstone of a 19 year old soldier. Someone’s son, someone’s world:

The Little Green Frog

Once upon a time, in a land not too far away, there was a little, green frog who lived on a little, green lily in a little, green pond in a big, dark forest.

Snowy White, Crystal Blue

Lapping waves In crystal blue Stir the white peaks Caressing a snowy shore, Drowning shells In splendid wonder, Their colours dance To an Eastern song.