when the man looked deeply within

when one looks deeply poem by steven humphreys

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

as I walk

as I walk poem by steven humphreys

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

the last honest thief

the last honest thief poem by steven james humphreys

the baby cries in a handbasket for its mother's love. imprisoned leaves like chocolate drops are those bitter pills we swallow a most honorable thievery hollow which broken hearts grieve in standing reprieve while a cat sits on his window sill stroked by the last honest thief who looks out to the warming sun planning … Continue reading the last honest thief

in view of a much better you

in view of a much better you quote by steven james humphreys

obey your your 'gut' feeling... believe in you. the way you are in all those things you do. take a drive to the countryside in your convertible car. for, your intuition will bring fruition steering you in the right direction you'll go far. so, take the time to hear them say, 'smell the coffee', have … Continue reading in view of a much better you

in search of nothing

in search of nothing poem by steven james humphreys

I cherish this moment... like a stopwatch clicked, time ceased to exist... wading here bare feet pants rolled up in search of nothing underneath the pier... salted water keeps coming, relentlessly as waves splash against barnacled posts... the moon and stars so still, so cold, so lonely as I gaze. I smell popcorn and cotton … Continue reading in search of nothing