cracking

cracking the shell of recognition
helplessly gasping
contents slide through grasping

......falling off the wall
......having a great fall
......unable to put together again

fragments
collide with gravity
sparking a flicker of
understanding





layers of years

no vision

just tears

knowing only the hurt

not the why

still i cry

my only friend pain

knows me well

i remain

no name

Temporary setback caused by some family confrontation. Not sure if I've done the right thing but then if I hadn't I would have spent the rest of my life wondering......what if?  I tell myself that people don't change. At least I can't and shouldn't expect others to change. But for myself, I hope that at least one person will remember me as someone who went down swinging trying to make my life and the lives I touch a better place to not just exist but enjoy. I'm sure I cause and inflict pain on some and for that I can only say I'm sorry. I do not harbor any malicious intent but occasionally need to exercise a little self defense. Truly--this day, this hour--my heart feels only love and good intentions for all those around me and affected by my life.

Surrender

"Whenever you turn your faith to your mind to manage, you always end up in a crisis of faith".

outside the box
is where i now sit
i'm wondering where
i shall put all my shit


outside the box
feels big and alone
or is it that boundries
are forever gone


outside the box
no horizons i see
no goals to be met
just dreams running free


outside the box
my faults i can't hide
or is that the point
there is no inside

Mag 30

Red....like fall....like daring.....like blood

Green....like new beginnings....like tranquil...like aged stone

combined in an orb
meant for digestion
imperfections obvious

oh the choices.....
to eat or not to eat?
that is the question

maybe sweet and crisp
maybe mushy
maybe a worm in the middle

take a bite of imperfection?
hoping---expecting
sweet and crisp
and juice running down my chin....

or spend a lifetime waiting...
...for perfection?
and possibly still find a worm...

a magpie tale

I'm hunting for rainbows
... they're under a rock

I'm hunting for sunshine
...someone's stuffed in a sock

I'm hunting for smiles
...they're deep in a well

I'm hunting for love
....only time will tell----

If rainbows
and sunshine
and smiles
and love

are really worth hunting

unless from above