Fourteen-degree-freeze to set you free from worry of what this winter will come to be. Heart is beating with rhythm, coffee is warming my belly, this smile seems reluctant to stray. When I was younger people assumed I was on drugs, over time they learned I’m living on love. My daily Drifter Coffee routine has… Continue reading Rhythmic Heartbeat
Tag: poetry
First Snow
Winter has arrived with snowfall heavy and bright, all through the day and into the night, on the eve of the full moon. Cars are buried, trees freshly powdered, the time has come for collective release, let go and embrace its power. Experience floods my blood, realized in the feel of emotion; after all -… Continue reading First Snow
Deaf Ears
It seems the more we say the less people hear, songbirds whose notes descend upon deaf ears, because the greatest songs sing to our greatest fears. But what is it about the lessons we will not listen? When did truth become the only thing we’re missing? Where has the love gone from two people kissing?… Continue reading Deaf Ears
Choose people
We live in a world competing for attention, swaying us with bells and whistles in every direction, telling us when and what to choose, what we’ll lose, prescribing a daily regimen for how we oughta be used, or cut loose - from what? Hard to say, so we pray, to what? Each of us with… Continue reading Choose people
Where the sun reaches
To where the sun reaches, it teaches to go and grow into the light; to be filled with its glow and warmth to the brim while we learn to help others swim through raging rapids until they pass; learning to laugh at the very fears that smothered us, capturing our breath, enabling fear to imagine… Continue reading Where the sun reaches
This Is A Good Sound 