A Nursery Rhyme

FIVE SIX  РPick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A Love Song

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree

The Windowsill

Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate

Blurred

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

Inherited Sea Legs

I need the rivers, lakes and ocean the same as I need air to breathe. It is my religion and faith.

Dipped in Gold

We all need something to reboot our minds and souls, mine happens to be water surrounded by nothing but nature and color

Moonlight madness

The moon rises as the light fades into darkness, casting shadows and fears of our lurking hidden childhood monsters