How blessed am I
To be taught how to hate
but to choose compassion
Category: poetry
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
Whispers of Lust
Youthful souls emerge
Colors in a jar
My heart does not agree
It breaks at what has been shown
Rolling Smoke
Smoke rolls from Embers
into the light
No Escape
You’ve taken precaution
Bites still penetrate
A coat that shines
Ears twitch at each sound
Nose points up
Smells all around
Replenished
Through the timber
and across the lake
Haunting loon cries call
ravens begin to echo warn
I want
I want to be deafened by touch
Sensing only running chills
