once again nature beckons me to live another day drawn by the pull of my backyard filling my thirst for its beautiful artistry like a cold glass of water on a summer day.
natural pull
when the man looked deeply within
that when the man looked deeply within himself he found nothing from whence the universe was made. his imagination which had no form. he had thoughts and emotions and his five senses were intangible.... it made him wonder what his experience of consciousness actually was. that why he felt so alone within himself as he … Continue reading when the man looked deeply within
I know there are ghosts…
I know ghosts exist... I've heard the stories... but, are all those storytellers lying? I have seen a few translucent 'things', and I know I'm not crazy because, they were 'there' before my eyes... so, I ask you to not doubt yourself. and, if you think you saw something no one would 'believe', (and, don't … Continue reading I know there are ghosts…
as I walk
as I walk my path in singularity sand warms my feet between my toes the sun heats my back and the wind pushes me forward... and I know no one will ever see through these eyes but me. even though surrounded by others we forever remain two souls walking their separate paths alone seeing what … Continue reading as I walk
find a soul
find a soul living in your head open its door paint the sky red sleep peacefully in your bed the sign is coming in a dream it's said.
joy to the morning
joy to morning the new sun rising a welcomed surprise my dear squirrels feeding filling their bellies full of bird seeds climbing rising up that tree with their daily 1/2 of corn cob in their mouth. then, the doves fly in pecking away in the feeder which spills down. little birds peck their fill on … Continue reading joy to the morning
you will remember me
you will forget my name... but, you will know me when it rains and the wind blows the autumn leaves through the field of grass.
the other side to love…
love never leaves the broken heart that never heals.
a little bit off…
slightly off, exactly right.
A New Baby Chippie Came Down To Feast
I know what you're thinking... what's with this guy and those squirrels? he's a bit off. yes, probably. I likely wouldn't be writing poetry if I weren't. it's like this... I watch birds. squirrels. lizards on the wall. sit in the sun. drink my Japanese green tea. pet my kitties. think about things. I have … Continue reading A New Baby Chippie Came Down To Feast
