Archive for September, 2010
Maybe it’s just the rain…
Maybe it’s just the rain Clouds pregnant, various shades of black With crows dropping from the sky The visceral ache of discovery Stripping away veneers of smiles, nods, and winks Who am I really? A series of commercials, of longing to belong? Is the mob me or am I the mob? Nobody knows or cares [...]
Ember
in the vastness of your Holiness lies an ember of passion burning anticipating ignition without direction the passion burns confronting a pond a mirror of reflection of inner self of outer expectation what direction does the ember travel? is the ember immobile? struggling against itself flaring up in one direction extinguishing in another lighting up [...]