Presence

Forging ahead....
I wear the sun's impressions in my face
like walking into an inferno
and walking right out of it
I always walk out of it
burnt and scarred and coursed
but I LOVE it
it is what I am best at
this summer's sun beat down and burnt my walls
and now to forge ahead in muddy bloody footprints
from the voyages of season past
my hand in my quiver with one arrow left to soar
searching for my trajectory
Forging ahead into Autumn

Warming by the fires

"of bridges burned..."

spill

To run to race this garbled maze this show of hands full of plenty and nothing at the same time and putting on airs pretending to be what we thought we would be what we always wanted but knowing there was always a door not opened.A door that was ignored like nothing to see here and I knew one day eventually it would open and I would walk through and see a whole new light like looking through the looking glass.everything that was in the dark comes out and I remember ignoring and shoving those truths down hoping they would never rear their head and now is the time of rearing and I am paying for my ignorance with a blissfull smile.

random gatherings from the quiver

You licked your sword to show me how sharp your tongue was.....

it still falls just as heavy as I remember it to be

the prosper eludes me
but in my heart I can never be weak
what these hands are for
and where and why I cannot recall....

but the rain taps and raps at my window like ghosts

but not my ghosts......