the comfort of home was a strange absence felt and wished for quietly knowing there were miles and miles till my feet found rest — 4/5/10 – 136
the comfort of home was a strange absence felt and wished for quietly knowing there were miles and miles till my feet found rest — 4/5/10 – 136
the comfort of home was a strange absence felt and wished for quietly knowing there were many miles till my feet found rest — 4/5/10 – 136
the rush and press of kind strangers fill the hours with questions, and practiced replies. getting to know the world in which you live and all its inhabitants is a pleasure i would not let pass me by — 4/4/10 – 135
wild irrational arcs and incoherent musings dance in the storied recesses of my mind … — 3/30/10 – 129 #poetry
the warmth of your touch is a thrill to set my heart beating the feel of your fingertips is a world to encapsulate my hopes and dreams — 4/1/10 – 132 #poetry #love
my heart beats a palpable breath a sinking drop, an oxygen starved gasp for air, the pressure a sweet agony of tightness expanding in the effusive cavity of the soul — 3/31/10 – 131 #favorite
it was innervating the rush, the blood pumping a mind sharp and focused you don’t feel the pain just the heat radiating off your chest — 3/26/10 – 125
animate ideas living, breathing, pulsing charged and causing change dynamic particles cascading into people and places — 3/25/10 – 124
soft breath sighing and a heavy soul breathe a deep breath and feel the cold — 2/10/10 – 78
you titillate with your words graphic images conjuring exotic lands foreign and benign and simple things revealed by choice morsels picked with careful and judicious precision. — 1/21/10 – 55
i am full of competing desires. hopes, dreams, and knowledge of past failures, they echo in the chambers of my mind ponderous, pondering, weighing, wondering. — 12/12/09 – 9
feel the aural shapes, soft and feathery light, sometimes sharp or hard like steel granite forms expressed on your tongue tasted like things grown from the earth. felt on your skin and in your spine, goosebumps and a flood of tears or a sudden intake of breath. — 12/11/09 -…
fatigue wraps itself around you like a thick blanket, heavy on your shoulders its muffled voice whispers sleep is your friend. — 12/10/09 – 7
blow wind, howl in the morning light race down and through and round the bare and broken city streets. cold and furious, frigid and wry, you wrap your fingers fast round staccato steps and quickened heartbeats — 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
my son, my son i know the road you take the fragile path, the long sojourn the weary ache and pang of loneliness the despair you sometimes feel when you sink beneath waves of fear and emptiness my son, my son i know — 2/23/2012 — 190 taken loosely from…
someone said the test of love is making hard decisions– choosing, for another’s sake, the necessary actions; taking the proper path though strewn with rocks, watered with tears, and fraught with pain. for love chooses what is best chooses what must be shouldered, borne, and done, in spite of what…