Born of Spirit,forever indebted and adopted.So why am I here once againin this place of danger, isolation,hurt, and self-disappointment?Your Spirit reigns within,a child of Yours I am,so I shouldn't be unrenewed orconformed in my thinking, right? "You are mine," I hear you softly whisper.I smile. I am yours, but I also need help. They tell... Continue Reading →
Passion is a Bootleg Trophy (Getting Back to my Poetic Roots)
Yesterday morning, I intentionally slowed down. It’s a much-needed practice but a hard one. I broke out Maya and then poet Taylor Mali’s Metaphor Dice (because I wanted to challenge myself to return to my poetic roots). I rolled the dice and got this: Metaphor Dice I paused and pondered for a good 5 minutes... Continue Reading →
A Soulful Malnourishment
Hope fades into nefarious darkness, and repeated promises, stretched beyond the rainbow’s end, springboard a soulful malnourishment by way of tsunami tears and silently whispered Psalms.
I Am Not My Past (Memories)
I remember, reminiscing about youand the effect you had on my life.They told me that I was supposed tolearn from you and once I got my lessons,I wasn't supposed to revert or glance back. But I did. You were the source of mytears at many a night,and the pain in my heartthat I, unwillingly, held... Continue Reading →
On Holding Back Tears
Somewhere, there is someonewith tears that attempt to be kept from falling.Maybe a graduation or funeral is the place,or perhaps a bride on her wedding day.Somewhere, some lone stranger will sniff and look away,like a criminal caught in the act of a most heinous crime,As others, who are not so shy, crowd aroundwith emotions splattered... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 