forthwith i call to the mighty throne reveal in me the spirit divine for my heart emits a plaintive groan and suffers from this absence thine — 1/6/10 – 38
the mind is a many layered thing thoughts and ideas held in dissociative array networked connections, neurons and nerves dance a many splendored dance of matter grey — 1/5/10 – 37
silence is piercing little sounds crash brash like cymbals clash in the silence like quiet needles in perfect pitch tuned to emptiness –1/3/10 – 34
what flies against the distant lee in the meadow by the bay who waits beyond the great oak tree with hair like fire and eyes dark grey smell the evening fresh like clover sitting in the woodland shadow whispery kisses in your bower your laugh peals out like a flower…
feel the vacuous void the eternal deep the vast empty spaces that lie between. is it life, an emotion, or just the great expanses that lie between the planets? — 1/1/10 – 32
i should be glad this year is done yet i am vacant feeling nothing except a single persistent ache — 12/31/09 – 31
abba, abba, you who are in heaven a god magnificent and glorious ethereal and heart stoppingly real yet you nurture me and nourish me though you hold the earth in your hands hands powerful and fiercely gentle oh abba, abba, my father — 8/13/2012 – abba, abba – 191
your red stripes are a tiger’s tail eyes glistening with the gleam of irony your sharp wit the fel force of your driving discontent as you bask in the carnage and glory of your biting malcontent — 12/28/09 – 28
you’re an exuberant lion a grey haired majesty all hands and gesticulation your quick wit and eyes dance with fire ready to pounce. the loud and happy voices ring in your den, your home, your domain. like the fire that burns nearby your gentle frame and gracious spirit are a…
rattle and clink, bubble and squeak listen while the music plays a jaunty jig with fiddle and stick low dimmed lights, babble and sites see the joyous public gather to laugh and talk between full bites — 12/26/09 – 26
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
the din was deafening all clamour and clash friends and conversation a dizzying dine and dash — 12/5/09 – 3
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…
dawn on a spring morningsky blue and nascent greendogwoods white with flowers blooming in white light clearly seen.