WILLOW – blindzany girl (of blind wildnerness)

Willow weeps sad tearsWhen autumn’s glory passesWinter undresses Tears turn to joy SpringBegins to clothe the branchesLife returns again Full summer’s heat leavesThick with the fullness of lifeJoy in abundance Colours glowing leavesFilling us with the delightsThat autumn brings us Soon leaves die and fallBecoming dust on the groundSaying we are dust online at: https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/

Entry 729 You’re Not Abandoned – Daffni Gingerich (of Daffniblog)

Some days it’s art, some days it’s just trying to figure out the reason to do the art. To stay alive is usually motivating enough. But to be able to sleep, that’s what gets the words pouring out of me. I stare at closed lips waiting for something other than the clicking of spit. IContinue reading “Entry 729 You’re Not Abandoned – Daffni Gingerich (of Daffniblog)”

Birdsongs. – Tomic Riter

twilight wind carries everywhere birdsongs trees are hanging from the sky penetrating these walls their roots rising from my fingertips I could have sipped all this dirty water that was clean before it fell down sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing other than vast green fields and no talks birdsongs die and gold washes away fromContinue reading “Birdsongs. – Tomic Riter”

Anxious Lover, Anxious Fate – Chester Maynes

Anxious lover, anxious fate.Of all the rumors I’ve heard,are your atypical behavior, yourfickle-minded ways. You’ve written your storywith symbols, without grace.Your hidden meanings aredisguised as irrevocablebeginnings. You may wear a mask,but underneath the veilis the face of a flesh whosedevils are really weak. Anxious lover, anxious fate.I should’ve rejected youin my younger days. 2020 onlineContinue reading “Anxious Lover, Anxious Fate – Chester Maynes”

Looking Through Different Windows – Intellectual Shaman

I’ve looked up at windows and I’ve looked out of windows my whole life. And the world is colored by light. the day dawns and the night speaks while I lay in bed listening… I want to stop the seasons prevent the world from turning but reality won’t let me and the loneliness of theContinue reading “Looking Through Different Windows – Intellectual Shaman”

Bathroom Meltdowns – stoner on a roller coaster

https://stoneronarollercoaster.com/ Loneliness whispered to meThere’s nobody watching youNobody envying your smileNobody smiling at your tearsNobody mocking your feelingsNot a single soul belittling your fearsSo, breathe easy, hunAnd it let it beLoosen that knot in your throatAnd set your grudges freeYou can be mad, that’s okayThat boiling rage is weakening your heartPunch something if you wantContinue reading “Bathroom Meltdowns – stoner on a roller coaster”

To Get To You – House of Heart

In this dream my arms are the branches of trees and you are my nourishment. Cut me down to a boat. My spine is a sturdy keel my hair a furl of sails in the dark sky of uncertainty. A lighthouse is my only lamp the stars held captive in your hand. If the seaContinue reading “To Get To You – House of Heart”

what is quiet certainty like?

surelylife would beeasierif i couldspeakwithout questioning my voicethinkwithout examining my thoughtsactwithout wondering whatmotivatesme…everything i put forthis subject to a three dimensionalinquisitionam i rightam i wrongam i pacifyingam i blowing it alloutof proportion…ah.to attackwithout regretwithout anxietywithout a second thoughtto conquerwithoutwonderingwhy. in these stupid times we are in…my resorting to a very simple adjective for a complicatedContinue reading “what is quiet certainty like?”

Millennia – Mitchell David Ring (The Light is On)

A stirring in primeval shadows given out to dreams that fell from the sky blind eyes know only the promise of light and grasping in the shadows to find it These are they who drink from the fountain of consciousness who live and die and live again watching millennia cross the skies above this worldContinue reading “Millennia – Mitchell David Ring (The Light is On)”

Lies We Weave – Chris Nelson

The lies we weaveHang from the ceilingsOf the roomsWe dreamed up onceUpon a timeIn nighttimes held inHands so large and warmWe never had to breathe,They hold us thereAfraid to move or breakThe cord that winds itsSilken threadAbout our limbsUntil the will to step from cornersDies and lies in silenceA shell bereft of care,And still weContinue reading “Lies We Weave – Chris Nelson”