Both freed and burdened by concernsUnfettered, still my spirit yearnsFor matters west.  A page now turnsInto the sunset’s hands.I clear my head, and breath and sigh,Then turn and face my eastern sky.The first to see the sunset, ILet go as night expands.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Enchanting Jazztronica & Ethereal […]

I put the cork back in the inkAt peace with freshly-written text.I sit back in the chair, and thinkOf where my tale is going next.This chapter now draws to a close;Four years of writing, and the timeHas come to leave behind this prose,To start and spin a different rhyme.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written […]

Higher and higher, the storm winds assail,And yet higher still does the hero prevail.The challenges coming, the elements facedWhile the weather thus far has been naught but a taste.Tonight the great battle; tomorrow the warShall rage on.  Rolls of thunder will shake to the core.So let storm winds prevail, both tonight and at dawn.For yet […]

And now, another tempest rises upTo feed us poison from an acid cup.But this corruption trickles out from fear,Which frightens not, now that we can see clear.We do not flee, nor give in to despair,But hunker down (and say a little prayer)And smile as the rain around us falls.Enjoy the peace before vocation calls.             […]

She twirls in place, and gives a little squeak,For Sunday is her favorite time of week.            It brings her joy, this day, for she            Gives thanks to Him above,            And for time spent with family            (By blood, and those by love).It brings her strength, whenever she feels weak.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while […]

I watched a hero save the day,Then tried to do things my own way.I really don’t know what to say;Things did not quite work out.I really should have listened toThe hero.  Now I must go throughThese things again, and learn anewWhat heroes are about.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Biosphere’s Substrata […]

I take this corrugated messAnd shift it all around, compressThe stacks, and tear the scraps awayUntil I have in bold arraySome semblance of a better home.Another box, a dusty tomeOr magazine, a tangled nestOf wires…  still, I know I’m blessed.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Faun’s Luna (2014).

Across the sea of boxed debrisAnd open drawers of paper,I flout her plea, and make to flee,As if I could escape her.She fills this place with charm and grace.My Muse calls me to greet her.I know her face, yet elsewhere race;I’m not prepared to meet her.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to […]

It comes together, slowly now,A subtle crease across the browIn tension as the fates allowOur plan to be fulfilled.Anticipation for the endGrows ever stronger.  Moments blendAnd join as we rise to defendOur homestead, and rebuild.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to B-Tribe’s 5 (2003).

I’m running out of things to sayAbout this place of mine.But then again, I’ve quite the wayTo go, to make it shine.This journey is beginning, andThe show has yet to start.A week, a month, a year in hand,Before I find its heart.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Codex – Ancient Tribal […]