STRENGTH OF A PEN
STRENGTH OF A PEN To the man inside that I had to hide the sensitive soul reaching his goal feeling unfulfilled his creative killed hardship
MORTALITY
MORTALITY I am motivated by my own mortality my expiration my time left my life left a life that sparks inside me still feels everything
IN LOVE
IN LOVE I leap back to my past back to feelings missed to a love now weathered love not abandoned to a heart almost bursting
REVELATIONS
REVELATIONS On some pages in some books there are passages that move something within you forever, I am not talking about emotions, more of a
WRITING
WRITING To chronicle what one knows in letters, meaning and prose, is a privilege that one should perform for the greater good. A.G. Munson
A Shadow Work Project
A Shadow Work Project I have done my best looking for my shadow, for many years now, believe myself to have found it and dove
CHAOS AT THE TRAIN STATION
CHAOS AT THE TRAIN STATION Despite my best efforts to be calm, my mind is often the total opposite. It is a busy train station
THE END OF THE ROAD
THE END OF THE ROAD Thinking back to my youth when all was new and endless my parents always close by I saw not the
GUILT
GUILT I carry around guilt for things that I did and things I didn’t do but one only feels guilt if one is a moral
SEEN
SEEN I watched my father die have seen grown men cry seen horrible men be heroic and seen good men cower in fear have seen
At last!
At last! A sweet siren of the past teleports hopes of love, her sad endless longing has been embraced at last, her feminine turbulence of