Who can comprehend the inner machinations of the universe? Mechanical? No, it’s rather organic I’d say, but what man can understand its worth? Not to mention, does comprehension of how it works allow its course to be perturbed? Does this universe dare to be disturbed? I say it does! Yes! I confess, though it may […]
Let it rain tonight. We weary few have fought the fight. The fight for the salt and light Has left us few battered and bruised So let it rain tonight. Let it rain tonight. It’s long past twilight And we few have fought with all our might. Fought for the coming light So let it […]
I am my brothers keeper Though often I seem to be A battered, bruised, brother beater. But I will not stand by as my brother is beat down by another, or by me, no less. So long as we share the same breath And our hearts beat in our chests. So long as in us […]
The birds and trees go unnoticed by man, in search of some hopefulness; while failing, in any way to enjoy the spoils of his labor, to take comfort in his neighbor, or, hearing mystic whispers nature tells: that all shall be well, all shall be well.
This Man’s Heart beats quietly. A wild mustang wrangled into colorless submission. White ash long since parched of its flame. Still water, removed from the fury of the river. Light the match. Strike the flint. Bust the dam. How can a man rekindle that which he once was? A stouthearted lion confidently enthroned . Roaring […]
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. – Proverbs 12:18 Words What’s in a word? Have you ever seen such power from that which is arbitrary? That which is in and of itself powerless? How do communally agreed symbols of utterance redirect the entire momentum […]
I haven’t written anything today. And “today” moves on from February to May Then I realize this writer inside has been hidden by the business of life But if the words stay unwritten I’ll begin to forget my purpose and think reorienting my dreams around writing wasn’t really worth it. So I must write or […]
Into his heart A man must go if ever he is to be free. Into the darkness down that untrodden road lies that which has wounded me. And as I walk though I know not where a pillar of fire blazes in the distance making known the freedom there.
All my pens are dead. I can’t write today, there’s no emptying my head. She passed me by, and I lament Look at all the opportunities spent Wishing I said what I meant instead of saying what I said. If only I could tell her, those eyes are as deep as the ocean. her heart […]