I found magic… or miracles that we all share, but few see.

Something from nothing becomes one thing.

I love a warm croissants for the many layers of delicious buttery goodness.

Give me my dreams back.

An invoking interpretive poem on the art of stillness.

Why do we abhor falsity; first in ourselves, then in others? Could it be because we are so conditioned to desire some sort of governed security that any hint of a ‘break in that foundation’ causes in us an unsettling fear of unmentionable proportion? We strive endlessly to protect the lies we have created and surrounded for ourselves, we will do just about anything, short of murder to keep our beloved fortress in tact. We conduct our lives in such a pristine manner, trying to do things right, as close to perfect as is feasibly possible and last but not least, in synchronized order. Blah. Blah. Blah. We act as if we know what we’re doing.

A poem affirming the divine connection of all mankind.

A Sensually Motivated Poem Instilling The Need To “Be Where Your Feet Are”

Life is filled with countless possibilities. (Options) A magnitude of multi-colored, multi-faceted, multi-variegated paths are available at all times for your personal artistic exploration. You have not been left out! You have simply allowed yourself to become fenced in by what appears to be ‘conflicting’ boundaries. Because you chose to pursue a limiting train of thought, your life has provided you with the material to build that bridge of oppression. Nothing that you are currently surrounded by or living with has been “Put upon you”.

Unmasking the veil of self-deception concealed in the act of consideration.