the rain is GODs music singing the songs of yesterdays lives and if you listen closely

Enveloping all of creation… Wrapping itself around me Every inundated inch of me… Embraced by your supple nature Entre nous… Entre nous… You whisper as you cover me… Your wispy hair...

Hello again Can you hear me Scratching down the door To your Reality Say Hello

Death you spitefully benign hanger on of life always in the periphery

*when asked to describe my eyes ...i suppose... from what they observe they are expressive empathic

i pray each day to set my mind to frame all moments a thousand times

I met a woman once who asked me a series of questions all of them I suppose I should have had answers for

when asked what does the other hav… a body full of pomegranate stretched

A lone traveler in a lonely world Tired of being all by himself, he… Gathering his thoughts, he puts be… (If only for the night) And prepares himself for the long…

Hello or is it Hello Again which is it it’s so hard to say when we are sp…

for the one who has ears to hear nature calls

one last time i knock on the door no one answers its to bad

writers writing readers intently reading

there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers

Here I am upon shanks’ nag… forlo… Covered by the chill blank darknes… I am feeling old Not solely in body… but in spirit With every solitary step