Poetry

I struggle with forgiveness not because I don't have the room of heart, but because the person who wronged me chooses to senselessly spew, gloat and crowd out any cleanliness renewed......Must I struggle with forgiveness? after all, that which she sought to destroy exalts alive and strong in my... Sign in to see full entry.

I am weary of irony and hypocrisy trying to bury clarity and honesty So weak, mayhap they shall win Weary staving off deception and betrayal I ache for those harmed by hatred in any portrayal be it extremism or racism is there a sound wave breaking the barriers sweetly and supremely in flight,... Sign in to see full entry.

Treading time's shore embraced upon far sung sea where a Mermaid's yearn rises above drowning surge of slope, A Magic Man of hope wades the rushing floor He stops mid tide reaches down for grains of her spirit keep reads tears, love's lore, and destiny's crown circling higher a sapphire moon He... Sign in to see full entry.

"If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me? Shall I never miss Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, When I look up, to drop on a new range Of walls and floors, another home than this?" (Elizabeth Barrett Browning) Through... Sign in to see full entry.

Making love in the morn thrusts our core amidst Sun's naked celebration where light is a crimson drenched pulsation raining white hot stars born of hunger swelling and throbbing with fire, suddenly shattering unto trance moaning Oneness through eternity's deepest song of breath Sign in to see full entry.

*Sighs This shivery eve, clouds birth a crystal reflection through corners evolving tiny wing's direction and soon their flight kisses city grime and fields scarred with a nival passion amassing bliss untrammeled by step *Eyes I love watching snow fall each wisp 'o white offspring from the... Sign in to see full entry.

The most furtive racism is that which cloaks itself in intellectualism, those who scurry below the underground of hate night and day, sweeping for information they do not know first hand... the hem of their soul: sullied dirt-waste and carrying a stench screaming manipulation.. with sleight of fact... Sign in to see full entry.

How many children, infants maimed, destroyed (-can you see the ghost through their eyes-) burned and branded, innocence murdered in the name of democracy, self-determination, freedom for the masses human rights? invasion, bombs, killers occupation, curfews, gun-ship sights, democracy as the flame of... Sign in to see full entry.

Heavens open a hand over curvaceousness embracing land as wand of stars spread away and scintillate the vale hidden near I sense clover sleeping there and our chart lain waiting into spires chaining stem of navel through air (My love splays snowy trace warmly 'cross mine flutters shaping breasts... Sign in to see full entry.

Morn' dense and lyard, woven with unearthly scree mantles February's visage...Reaching through, slivers of sunray cascade upon my vista and unveil the artistry of day motif by night leaf unto day surreal... buoyant, fragmentary blushing or a blazing gyration -the emotions of illumination delve... Sign in to see full entry.