paddling paddling paddling long up that cold old rapid river battling against that futile tide drowning in the essence I used to call me surrounded by bottomless time whirlpools pulling me thereunder dark clouds clapping thunder I have been killed but set free in an odd sort of harmony floating downstream dead and lifeless flowing … Continue reading paddling
fathoming the idea we go on after living as this invisible essence called soul amid no proof of its existence brings one to observing he can say with certainly 'I am,,,' that his entire experience of what he believes real depends upon his five senses that he will discover his living essence is comprised of … Continue reading fathom
shall we wonder how our lives would have been had we taken another path? is it our opinion the right or wrong road is such? are we certain who decides our own growth? have we not received what we bargained for? isn't where we are right now where we ought to be whether it seems … Continue reading shall we
the drunkard captured God's universe from zero all those pretty little stars in a glass jar his illusion in consciousness keeping no tangible store sitting in that air-conditioned bar invisibility we know is there yet we sleep and slumber where? in wakefulness my fellows sit on rows of stools in denial tipping glasses with jingling … Continue reading from nothing
it's me and ki drinking tea, mom and me and two ki's (you could call that us) we all ride on the kitty bus. no fuss. we don't have to drive. it's just us watching the scenery go by. clouds go by. sun warming us when we cry. moon lighting our way at night when … Continue reading Ki’s, mom and me (sent to my step-daughter in another state so far away)
as years go by I sigh and roll my eyes... I look back in my mind and it seems these years fleeted at the speed of light. one begins noticing others who are younger, the same age and older passing away right before his eyes. he has reached that age where he can no longer … Continue reading gratis
we know thoughts and feelings are invisible as is consciousness... yet, one is as real as the other. life taught me sheer illusion is a living thing a possibility turned real by ones own persistent imagination.
How does one become a writer? There is no secret except for you simply need to keep reading and writing. How did I become an author? I had things to write about I was interested in. And, through the years of writing thousands of words, in my opinion, I improved greatly. Writing helped me to … Continue reading Aspiring Writer? Real World Tips From One Who’s Been There…
where does sleep and wakefulness dwell? both have no form except that we can tell the difference between the two. we sleep we wake we live until we find ourselves within the mystery of death itself where the silent gong of church-bells ring and a holy wind sings carrying our soul nevermore.
the last face I see all the faces I ever saw become one in the human mirror I became you and you became me mixed in the middle of the mortal sea life has punished life has rewarded whatever one sees another sees not for the horse then became the beloved lost Unicorn in the … Continue reading Unicorn