Underneath

Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.

The Current Tide

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

She cannot watch this world with its lack of concern.

His eyes even seem to gleam. I can't break my gaze from his beautiful face. He is mesmerizing.

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.