Sailing along, ocean waters cresting, falling and

to a memory left still and cold.What has happened on this hearth of dry and bloodystone to bring a tear to a frozen passer-by?A hint of weeds blew gently over and touched the greengrass ground.For a few seconds it stayed slightly bent and popped upagain without the wind.Sticks stuck mightily in a garden rare, of…

everywhere but here.Time is always so all-consuming when it’s someoneelse’s.Our own time has ways of moving with just a whim.Wanting to do something – it gets done – but not nowwhen someone else wants it.There are certain limits to the extent we want to go inall phases of our lives.Mine aren’t very structured and I…

Tearing apart a piece of joy held carefully in prayerful hands, tended gently, afraid of losing it, reaching and never attaining another particle to add to it.Never growing, still the same size as when a child, the joy inme is never-changing.A life of perfect solemnity, in wake-like reveries, funeralsorrow attaining more space interiorly than there…

Everything is so closely incorporated, how can people tell when they are deciding something on their own, or making a decision based on another’s theories?Is the people’s choice really a choice?Or just a manufactured, mass productive ideal, belonging to a few.

Sifting through sands that churn and tumble upon the sand of my beyond.No one can come close, I keep them from me by writing and writing while listening to classical music and hiding deep within the caverns and canyons of my subconscious mind.Loving everyone from a distance, I continue to write and create myself with…

Keeping to myself, not joining in, not wanting to hurt anyone or being hurt either.