Mars rover Fell over Dusty eyes Darkness lies Beckons the deep Time to sleep Red bed. R. Advertisements
The life I dream of often Has fiery, vivid sunsets and night walks In crisp mountain air that my breath softens, As I saunter across the lush wet grass. It has azure lakes that gleam, Tickled by the rocks I toss in, Iridescent red cherry trees by every stream Whispering in the lusty wind. It… Continue reading The Life I Dream Of Often
Never talk about your writing ideas before you’ve actually written them down. What looks like a Van Gogh in your head becomes like the doodle you pencil down without noticing when you’re having to work at 3 a.m. Ironic how we can articulate things beautifully in text, but before which explanation brings out disheveled descriptions…
Ringing my tinny bell, Blurring the world on two wheels. Blithe summer arrives. – Rummy.
I wish I was a superhero With a classy robust suit With powers of flight and resistance And the coolest parachute I wish it was an easy thing To be able to roam the skies I wish I had superpowers To defy all the bad guys I wish I could have another identity Another part… Continue reading I Wish I Was A Superhero
Pages of paper have nothing to say to me But they listen in earnest To things I don’t say audibly And take away the rocks on my chest; My words somehow metamorphosing, As my eyes run again though them, To calm and deep breathing, Turmoil slowly caving in to wisdom. They observe the colors of… Continue reading Pages Of Paper
Making a difference – it’s not always about changing the world overnight, or even over several nights. It is, as I’ve recently realized, doing something for the smaller worlds inside this big one. It is not about something as temporary as fame, nor is it something that needs years of time or study. Being there… Continue reading We Can Make A Difference