Word Chemistry – Redemption to Love.

Unfettered faith is paramount in manifesting future redemption through the kaleidoscope looking glass, with intuition at the helm and the pirates in its wake. Become the master of your own story with eyes peeled in vigilance and satisfaction upon your self-vindication and exoneration from tragedy thrown in your flames by those shaken solid in the…

Dear Rest.

Dear Rest, If you brought me to edge of existence and I caught a glimpse, why the flinch beyond? Why the cinch of the wand and the pinch in our bond, on earth as we know it in 3D? It was never about me and never, ever once about thee, you see, you see? It…

The Fox Room.

Tailored in fanciful costume soiled with dirt mixed with moss, wrestling with the echo of maniacal laughter that dares to jump rope with genius. All so familiar. He’s dressed in flannel now, ready, set, go for the fall mirrored in the flickering flames of the unfamiliar. I can almost hear this eerie lullaby playing off-tune…

Lying Leaves.

The cigarette smoke pours from my pores and raises my awareness to the sickness we all lie in as its sinewy streams of our abandoned breath embrace the dishonesty on the tip of our tongues. Lying where we lie. As the smog surrounds us, filtering the bigger picture beyond the veil – the truth ……

Notes to Self – In All Disorder, A Secret Order.

He knew, we all knew, so much lay beneath the surface yet to be seen. How is one to sum it all up in one letter when you cannot even fit it into a book? The complexity of your condition overflows the confines of any finished piece, splitting the binding on the spine so every…

Destiny vs. Diagnosis.

I will never forget those days … July 2010 and counting. Man, what a trip. I was just reminded of the very abbreviated version of the day I was diagnosed, or days leading up to it. Not the night, week, month or year … the day. #1. Quit corporate job, mid-day, sarcastically to go camping….

Notes to Self in this Collective Dream.

Make no bones about it, there is something big in the works and if you don’t know that by now, it is now only you adding onto your loss. The season isn’t over, it only just began. The grief in your smile, the tears in your laughter, the way your work about you in a…

Cast Our Crowns.

You are there and I am here. I am there and you are here. And we’re everywhere in between. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, we stand hand in hand as we witness the unseen. From dream to dream, from awake to awoke, crossing over to meet you in your finest hour. Within that lies…

Honey.

I couldn’t comprehend how Spring would bring new life when my heart was still buried in last September, decaying under the memories of you. But, Spring has come and gone and Autumn reigns again, bursting forth colorful displays that remind us all that there is beauty in the breakdown and life in letting go. Like…