My life’s been lived
At a right-angle
To reality
I’ve always valued originality over all else.
Category: Poetry
This morning’s calmness
This morning’s calmness
My soul echoes in raindrops
In the puddle, sky
Waking to Rainfall
Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery
Some Memories Hurt
Some memories hurt
Not welcome to remember
So they haunt our dreams
Facing Challenges
Life challenges us
When we rise up and fight back
That is when we grow
Sirens in the Dead of Night
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The power of dawn
As mornings are born
Light pours into the darkness
Potential returns
Mornings have great power, setting the tone for the day.
A Tuesday Haiku
Eternal movement
Hands sprinting on these dials
Relentless motion
Burning Out
I’m often weary
Wondering how much to give
Will I have some left?
The cost of rage
Rage brings forth power
Everything comes with a cost
Not a path to peace