Saturday, November 28, 2015

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the feeling was familiar
i think

it had to have been when 
to remember it


you could be me, but I not you.
I see my self through and through.
who could I be but me?


your eyes set sail at sea after
you saw my white flag from across the depths
of my heart

Thursday, November 19, 2015

in the shadow of love, I find peace.

quickly candied

cuddling a crumbling foundation, I am eased in to eternal with a renewed and reviewed Self.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015


a random feeling of misguided judgement helps point responsibility to intuition.


I often forget the power of unsung truth. A playful examination of quietness that tickles and teases a sense of accomplishment. When will I ever learn that trade?