Sometimes all it takes, is a whisper of faith
For a ball of hope to become a burning ambition
thoughts
Living without passion
..
Without conflict could we still survive, would we still want to live in our ever revolving faceless world of placation? Would we miss having fire in our bellies? Miss having passion and love and anger? Without emotion are we even really living or merely existing?
If you were able to live forever without the fresh breeze on your face, or the spray of the waves of the sea falling in mists on your skin, or without ever hearing the rising call of the lark or feel the warmth on the skin of your cheek: would this be living?
Freedom for Equality
Oh to be free.
The Inconsistency of Truth
4am
And I find myself writing lists
Under the corners of my eyelids
The iris ink lingering
Over the final quatrain
Of this unfinished saga
Shameless thoughts
Thinking of you in the darkness
Because daylight only highlights the blush
Some days are like that
Some days it fits
Everything falls into place
Neatly, precisely
Each component slides
Inside predetermined slots
Like a perfect Tetris score
An endless game of snake
Some days it all works
Like its supposed to
With a clear aim in mind
The day hurtles towards its goal
Firm in the knowledge
there will be no hitches
No hidden surprises, no sudden flaws
Some days are like this
Today, is not such a day
Camping Under The Pink Moon
A pickle full of poets
A pocket full of rhyme
A folder full of bookmarks
And all for saving time
A vast array of forums
Of word and wit unknown
Those crosses on the calendar
Emit an eerie tone
And when the hands crossover
And champs begin to sing
Encouragement that drove her
Might melt away to spring
