walking, nature, path, poetry, steven humphreys


It is the middle of the night and the candle grows dim as it snuffs itself it knows sunshine will come at dawn and things will come our way in their own will not in ours and we will feel its thorns and smell the flowers coming we hear a distant caw a crooked path… Continue reading Walk

eye of the beholder, nature, poetry, steven humphreys

Eyes of the beholder

Autumn leaves fall slowly like spinning teacups a colorful collusion of brown, green and yellow coffee swirls smelling of sweet burnt cinnamon infusion sunlight pierces through sparkling water streams in the heart of the forest like a white spear beauty never fades there it never dulls in the scope of eternity it doesn't matter whether… Continue reading Eyes of the beholder

once in a while, poems, poetry, writer, author, steven humphreys
Spiritual and beyond

Mr. Mojo

Oh woman I'm so weak I'm so troubled my brain needs another tweak submerge my mind back in those alcoholic bubbles so whipped I am pour me another drink so I can think and not lose the rest of my marbles my courage comes from this bottle of mine but all I have left of… Continue reading Mr. Mojo

rhetoric, life, poetry, steven humphreys

In seamless rhetoric

Words in seamless rhetoric promise lies alive eccentric ill at ease sickness death in reality drunkenness and physical white light impartiality darkness nonphysical invisible drifting mindless angels and aimless devils floating flying crashing down chimneys always thinking feeling consciousness seeing hearing hot and cold love drinking smoking cigars above and below endless marriage divorce and… Continue reading In seamless rhetoric

reminder, nature, poetry, steven humphreys


It is a reminder we know little about nature whenever we visit the great outdoors that it is something which is independent of us in which we had no part in the making but, we take it in we breath it we feel the warmth and the cold of it a reminder... we can't take… Continue reading Reminder

prism full of light, poetry, steven humphreys

Prism full of light

Colors in refracted light likened to a rainbow a vibration and melodic chord playing life in sounds in flight in the mountains endowment in height you ask of me I have no answers that make sense the way of my mind's eye wrap around a prism of light in eerie dark for there are unknown… Continue reading Prism full of light

waiting for a sign, occult, metaphysical, psychic, poetry, steven humphreys
Spiritual and beyond

Waiting for the sign

Waiting for the sign candle on a shelf lit by itself shaded hue magic blue dark cloud strikes looking for the elf flashing light lone lying low myself in the mood whirlwind moon in dread foot of bed biding time miracles resting pillow for my head deep in brood behind a stare standing there dressed… Continue reading Waiting for the sign

those mothers who were there
Love and loss

Those mothers who were there

Let us celebrate those mothers who were always there for their young with an everlasting love filled gratitude holding their spirit highest on a pedestal... although, on the other hand we have always brought with us certain acknowledgements to those females whose hearts were never into it their sincerity lowest on the rung of the… Continue reading Those mothers who were there