Searching in the dark You’ll find love hiding In the corner Impish grin upon Its face
Easy slumber Fur faded Over many sunsets No notice Of my journey Guardian of his Dreams
The sun blocks the moon Or is Sauron searching hard For his ring again?
How much intolerance Must I tolerate To prove to the Intolerant That I am tolerant? I created this some time ago, but find it still relevant. Maybe even more relevant. Actually, more so each passing day.
Head Cake, Katherine Dey on dionisopunk.com A post shared by Dioniso Punk (@dionisopunk) on Jul 2, 2017 at 12:09pm PDT French aristocrats Their talk of “let them eat cake” Then losing their heads This is just a bit of an experiment to see how Instagram’s embed feature works. Looks like it’s too good, Read More …
In this silent home Dreams start creeping into view Then they consume me
This morning’s calmness I always feel at peace here The presence of home I hope your Friday or productive and effective.
The mist of my breath Intertwined with the starlight My flickering dreams
A circle’s beauty Returning into itself Stable proportions
Often, my challenge with dreams, comes when pushing against reality. I question the validity of the dream. There’s this deep seated element believing that passion brings about an end challenges. So, these roadblocks mean, to my mind, that the journey is not divinely driven. I need to challenge that mind game, rob it of it’s Read More …