The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?
She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.
Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…
I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?
Losing her glasses on the ice, she… She floats around the central hub… The inner circle becomes her inner… She is in the eye of the storm whe… Meanwhile other skaters orbit arou…
What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…
Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
A tremendous power is held in bond… She is a sleeping dragon guarding… Waiting for the right person to re… Waiting to transform into the womb… She is a woman with no name and no…
The Woman in Black She is the woman in black A virtuoso with a poker face. Her instrument is the violin. It has a high level of emotion.
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
