heal me father, for i suffer i am in sore distress lay your cooling touch upon my troubled brow bestow peace unsurpassing upon the turmoil of my heart — 4/10/10 – 143
pour out your soul, my brother and let the rich effusive emotion spread out upon the sacrificial stone. embrace the whirlwind, my brother the shifting maelstrom of change until completed you emerge the man you were meant to be. — 4/9/10 – 141 #favorite
wist and fitful longing flourish in the hearts of isolated lovers for the long and lonely distance borne by fate and fickle purpose — 4/6/10 – 137 #favorite
wild irrational arcs and incoherent musings dance in the storied recesses of my mind … — 3/30/10 – 129 #poetry
shaded shadows on the dappled lawn convey a canvas of deepening green as cool breezes kiss the growing grass and whisper the return of spring — 3/29/10 – 128
your presence is intoxicating a heady wine that saturates and sets my senses alive with dreams — 3/23/10 – 122
feel the morning sun shining and the clear breath of spring the soft and sweet reminder of new life and beginning — 3/23/10 – 121
the gentle touch of the morning sun was a caress sweet after the winter i paused to feel the seeping warmth as it permeated my skin and eyes — 3/23/10 – 120
how do i resolve the creeping tension, the knot of pain, the sweet agony residing in my heart? i can feel its emotion welling in my throat the fear and hope and beginning throes of love — 3/20/10 – 117
the music had a comfortable character fumbling off the bright brass strings and spilling into the convivial crowd a sea of comfortable chatter that filled the warm and wood paneled room — 3/17/10 – 114 #favorite
the penny whistled played a mournful tune as the voice sang a melancholy song … — 3/17/10 – 113
heartbeats and breathing with ears ringing in the quiet a soul searching the deep for a morsel of meaning till some beauty is found and the heart becomes calm while you drift into dreaming — 3/16/17 – 111 #favorite
why the disquiet soul my brother, what is the source of your sullen unease? why do you yearn and groan my brother, what will bring you comfort and peace? — 3/12/10 – 108
i would lose myself in your gothic spires in the mystery of your towering awe down to the foundations laid in stone that delve and dwell deep in the darkness that is not dark but rich as dark soil from whom all the fullness of glory is and springs forth…
the heavy blanket of somnolence fell upon me with the warmth of an old friend and in its comforting embrace i lost myself in oblivion. — 3/7/10 – 103