Time slips idly by me, as if it were some child shushing, hushing and tip-toeing to the balcony's overlook into the living room, early on some Christmas morning the small toes forgetting the intention of the creep by the excitement of taught, reflective wrapping paper. And I sit, thinking simply about how to express my … Continue reading Waiting for the Words (time slippage)
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Morning coffee (worth)
The cup rests softly on the kneeAn image of quiet calmI can see the caffeinated steamrising up along the rimsome is not so brave, some loses itsfaith to flyit pulls itself cool and condensedback to the rimback to the beads that sit undisturbed,Slowly gaining weight,feeling gravity pull on themThe inevitablefallhow it cools the contents of … Continue reading Morning coffee (worth)
Wine and Vinegar
"At the end of the day all my conscience can experience is limited to what is in my own mind, so, why should I care at all what happens inside the minds of others?" penned quietly with the pads of fingers unknown to my device of primary communication, "I can't say that you need to … Continue reading Wine and Vinegar
75% Human
Of course there are the stereotypes that we fill every capsule that we are given that we assume the boundaries of our life what we are poured into we are contained by; that when we flow freely, we cleanse and take with us that which is impure allowing it to be in us, not of … Continue reading 75% Human
Collapsed Within Time
Something beautiful and unexpected happens When two souls press together, Some part of time loosens it's grip and, If bouth souls are quick enough, They can press away from the vice of each tick. Pursuing for several undefined units of measurement, something beautiful and lasting. Something soft and unspoken. A cloud, [or what one imagines … Continue reading Collapsed Within Time
Timely
via Daily Prompt I can hear it all ticking and flowing back to me as if in the quiet moments it was lost and now with each puff and every swig the burn on the soft palette that I know scars permanently, like an invisible tattoo that I trace silently with the tip of my … Continue reading Timely
If Sex Were Something Else…
If sex were drinking, you would know that I am a finger of whiskey poured at arm's length into a rocks glass tossed down the throat, A burn in the gut some instant of fire a celebration of a moment that lingers in the mind. If sex were conversation, you would know that I'm a … Continue reading If Sex Were Something Else…
Haiku 94
Strange how seconds tick And somehow so do hours Time itself clicks on
Haiku 14
Learning how to love Travel back in time to die teach yourself to live
Haiku 12
I watch them all run endless children over land catching the orange rays time chases them away.
