Bottled

Drifting on a distant ocean, A long ago message left untold Of who you are and where you’re from In fading ink, in pen of gold. Keep drifting through the years of time, A message drenched in sealed dry. Rolled tight, and strung in simple twine, On current’s crystal surface lie. MT

By the banks of crystal clear

A crystal stream runs here clear, gently eroding the pebbled bed below.  So majestic are it’s shallow trails and the Alpha stones peaking above the tide; moss-laden mounds of defiance, ruffled in whitewash, tendrils of mess floating.  Ripples break the silence, cavorting with a present ears, bustling with a hive of soothing activity. This place is like…

A-Z: The understudy’s yearn

A Burning Candle Drips Essence From Guarded Halls, Illuminating Joy-filled Knights Lancing Maidens Nearing Orgasmic Pleasure. A Questioning, Rogue Soy taper Toys with the Understudy Venting on Wood; Xylographing Yearning Zebras. MT

Tonight

The sky’s at peaceful flight tonight. The moon’s face so warm and sound, Curled up beneath the blankets thick Of gentle, rolling clouds. Cry softly down upon this world Oh that breeze, take in this feast. A prelude show to near Summer rain, The moistness and the heat. MT * Such a beautiful night.  Sitting…

Outside in

Listen to Outside on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/mark-thompson-109/outside-in Animals are we From land to sea Instinctive players Revolving layers Set aside the quickened stride And bring the glee In we Taking me Across the sea Through sojourned places And new found races Faces Walking paces Slowed To stop. And cop. A breath And feel The real Mystic…

You are NOT my whole world

You are not my whole world You are not my everything You are you my son And that means so much more Lincoln, this life is an open book of unwritten pages and that my dear boy is never going to change.  Each chapter of life will overflow with the pen-strokes of experience and connection, and…

Then and now

Do you remember the first time we met for the first time? I have never forgotten. It was so many lifetimes ago, centuries before we met in this world once more.  Somehow I still remember that first time, that first place.  That rocky mountainside, those wretched fields plowed, those inescapable eyes. Ever since that time…