left hook

He sees me in my dreams

Walking with courage tucked in his sleeve

Fast Speed

Destiny Tree

In Harmony

His face leaving no trace




This be a fine place

stop NOT

lead SHOT

Haywood left the house

Eagle courage caught the mouse

Snow cap didn’t go deep blue


I’m a keeper



March Madness

Luckily, my flow will ebb on

My charge of subsequent ramblings in a sphere of humanism. If I care too much about my thoughts of myself I turn grey and void. My escape can only come with the next rushed moment. I seek my Salvation as if I’m running with it stretched out in hand.  glaring at the imagined reality of TRUTH. Dancing with the very desire which will liberate self from worries, suffering, anxiety ….to name a few!

Luckily my flow ebbs on

I want to tell a good story

I aim to entertain

Pity this not

it had a plot.

Proof read not

Linger in thought……NOT

Her Motives…

Emotional Mommie:

I have returned to a life once known by she
entering into another being
experiencing some other reality

Originally posted on a sort of romance:

I admired her for all she achieved. She grew up nurtured by hostility and bitter disappointments, learning to appreciate the sublime beauty of chaos.To overcome such severe colors and build a life that defied all negative equations was a miracle I was fortunate to marvel over. Her experiences overshadowed the generous choral nature that life offers with a suspicious haze and a shade of guilt. Everyone had an ulterior motive.

When a former boss invited her spend the day with her family at the beach she fretted over why anyone would include her in their company. She wondered if she’d done something wrong or if the motives behind her invite spelled some nefarious outcome. She simply couldn’t resign to the concrete result of her embodiment in other’s lives…that the people she’d formed relationships with truly admired and adored her.

Then there was me. The essence of love I held for her became some abstracted orientation…

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I see RED, and I can’t see at all

Patterns of thought;

I feel loved and unaccepted

tolerated and rejected.

I see red, and can’t see at all.

My verse is short

My fuse is fragile

I see red, and can’t see at all.


where they lead me.

Solutions of Insanity

Pathways to Serenity

I see red, and can’t see at all.

Spying escape from myself

I tear away my mask.

I see red, and I can’t see at all.

My Fans shred away my inhibition.

I walk in submission

Head Held High

eyes turned down



The torture of silence brews in fear of not being acknowledged.

Oad to the world


Oad to the world

my time spent plundering

a treasure never mine……

Oad to you.

It is getting quite cold in here

death is

cold……dark, the darkest kind of cold; rooted to

DESIRE…..’desire for life’





Dreams of a (PIL) Perfect Imagined Live

gains courage


I am on this journey knowing one thing only….(that I don’t know MUCH)

That I get stuck

I get  mugged

I desire blood.



Much time spent

playing ignorant!

My uncontrollable plight

I beg for the night

I wake with horrid fright

I tremble at the sight of my moment to moment strife

Guided by a force unknown

I look to the tools the Universe has shown

My past and future are my present

Like a Christmas in November……

except it is October.

My red turns to bright pinks and purples


I am but MAN

Seeking to understand……

HOw to let go .And let God


Anyone whom admits defeat is a friend of mine. I am powerless over people, places and things today!


Happy Friday as well!!!

Don’t talk to strangers

I remember

I am darkness, anger and pain.  I love them all-all the men. I love You!  I love your women too.  Women have influence.  Husbands dislike it when another man creates excitement in us, they are human.  With maturity this can bring out the best in your man…..I just have ‘NO’ idea how!

Wear my emotions on my sleeve

I can’t breathe

Let me be

Prosperity to us all.

Spinning Out



SHOUT ALL OUT!!!!  this time (present life), in space

I co-create


fear my fate



progressively relate.

A special shout out to all you birds out there.  Watch out for the crazy cats!!


Looking for my people and am rediscovering a ‘treasure chest’ as my dear friend  http://dianereedwiter.wordpress.com/shares, “I feel as if I found a treasure chest finding you again”

May we continue to discover and re-discover!!

Working it out

Guitar numbness