Category Archives: Writing

No Mistakes – Original Poem

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There are no mistakes in love
It is a conscious choice surrounded by consequence and reaping with thorns in its path

We don’t need to be rescued or found just led in the direction of happiness

I stand alone but never lonely
Lying in the darkness illuminated by the whisper of candlelight, I see promise
Promise gift wrapped in hope

Regrets are created by those that have given up and manifested in song by the broken hearted
Love it a risk with the highest reward
Blessed with kindness and bled with pain

There are no mistakes
There are no bad decisions
There is no turning bad

We often forget the reality because we want to be trapped in the dream

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Another winter is upon us
Cold, wet and surrounded by a storm of thought
Deeper and deeper we slip into the bottom of the ocean
Fighting to breathe

At the final moment when the last breath is near a calm is found
It is the moment of pure enlightenment
A single second when balance is upon us and the future is clear


Myth of Eternity – Original Poem

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I can promise you life in this infinite blackness of eternal salvation

Six feet under is an illusion resting high above the bed of clouds bleeding out the blood of the divine being created by the myth of a prophet

This gate of acceptance judges in a home without judgement

Who determines life’s value?
Without value lies limitless uncertainty

Vulnerable to the unknown, we wait in fear
We drown our faith in a bottle and visualize Heaven in a trip induced by the natural herb bore from Earth’s soil

Now we are at peace; if but for a temporary moment; an isolated instance

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The devil is real; Earth is his playground and we the puppets

Laughing at our misery
Counting on our greed
Thirsting for our death

Secrets exposed
Regret surfaced
Love poisoned in a pool of waste

This is the myth of happiness
Welcome to the reality of a journey of worn out souls
Sailing for a land with none in site

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Stop – Original Poem

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In the body of a dead soul these words find shelter from the cruelty of reality

Stop the madness screaming inside my head

Run to me through these frosted fields
Let the jaded edges of the ice cut your skin and heal you through the warmth of your blood

Stop the insanity that is controlling this prose

My words take me where I want to be
Closer to you; yet still so far

Stop the pain I cannot feel, but yearn for in the valley of lost feelings

I found this piece of heaven resting on my lap
Her shadow growing in the sand as the sun sets into the night
She speaks her kindness in silence
As the fire in the sky turns to darkness, your warmth comforts me from the evening chill
Angels sigh

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Stop the resistance that fences me in this prison

I have finished the race that led me into your arms
The pain in my legs has subsided
I have gained the strength of a strong oak protecting the river from the terror of natures revenge

My search is over
Clues in my words led me to the ending I always dreamed about

My dream is intoxicating like the nectar of wine

First kiss
Never want to stop
The sky has opened and a spiritual lift has taken these words and spread them across the universe to be shared

I no longer have to stop
I no longer have to write

My words are now the reality in your eyes

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Black Hair and Penetrating Eyes – Original Poem

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Her jet black hair and penetrating eyes crossed from silhouette to angel
Footsteps in the distance send shivers
Closer she comes
Each inch of her skin penetrating my soul like a dagger

It was the pain of love
Love unrecognized
Love unknown
Love so perfect

She is a visual masterpiece free from the canvas
She is the artist’s opus

Men weep for this Madonna
High on the pedestal; chiseled in stone for generations to fall to their knees

She is color where there is darkness
She is inspiration when humanity has lost its way

Soft hands heal
Lips soothes with words; words of comfort

Those eyes; the gateway to the soul

The journey down to the soft curves of the hips and thighs are the apex of an explorers manifest

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I am a hitchhiker on the road of life
Without a permanent home
Seeking answers each day to questions all around

I want to dive in the pool of her desire and get swallowed in the comfort of her fantasy

With her jet black hair and penetrating eyes I am captured
Captured forever in a single moment
A moment that stopped time and defined the purity of love

I look to a star; close my eyes and let her image brand into a permanent place in my memory


On a Ship Home – Original Poem

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The seas is open and vast

It is a love affair between man and water

Quenched in its moist soft waves; powerful and mighty; soothing and inviting

In this vessel, we leave the world behind

The distance is taking control as the separation of land and water is no longer black and white

Guided only by the stars, every direction becomes an abyss of unknown potential

This boat spreads like the wings of a bird flying away to new lands

Cresting each wave like lovers kissing with all the emotion and zest of unconditional unity, the vessel sores into the night

Under the moonlight, we lie watching the universe put on a blockbuster in 3D on the Imax in the sky

The boat is our bed and the sounds of the ocean so clear

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We are in an infinite moment right now where heaven and earth are now one.  It is the perfect storm where thunder, lightning, rain and winds come together to climax is complete silence

Now we breathe in with each wave in harmony and close our eyes while the boat rocks us to sleep knowing we will awaken to a new world


The Ballerina – Original Poem

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A ballerina in flight lifts her dreams to the heavens,as angels play the music, composed by the ghosts of the eternal choir.

The vision of a silhouette rests on the mantle of the dance floor.

Memories of inspiration flow through her toes as a young girl takes aim to the stars.

Eloquence guides the soft fluent motion of shadows and whispers as the audience sits motionless in the auditorium of life.

The ballerina allows her soul to sing the praises of the gift of dance,
a thousand words in one motion.

She feels the emotions of all, rushing through her heart in a shower of interpretation.

With each step, a message;

With each moment, fear and trepidation are released and euphoria reigns on the soft skin of the dancer, chosen by the high powers to lift us higher.

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Without guidance, the ballerina paints strokes on the canvas of the dance floor, releasing a bellow of silent screams.

As the final spin of the body stops, the body falls.
At rest, the ballerina is complete.

The music and the ballerina are now one,
a true blessing of art.


Garden of Dreams – Original Poem

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Each flower a symbol of life; a metaphor of the journey of self discovery
As the sun rises on a new day, the shadow awakes to a new shade of color above
The sweet nectar of its protector spreading its wings in a tapestry of color and spectacle

Today, a chorus of roses, lilies, tulips and daffodils with sing chants accompanied by harps and music from the clouds above. It is a theater of nature’s most talented creations.

Giving life to the ground once cold and frigid
Now, the flowers extend their hand in harmony and wrap themselves around each other in warm embrace as love is defined for another season

As the cold winter packed its bags and departed, not to look back, the young offspring peaked above the shelter of the soil and slowly began to reach for the heavens and bless us with the smell of fragrant beauty

Now the journey has reached its pinnacle
Spring is here and the ambassadors have manned their posts
Observers to love; supporting players in the creation of memories

With each new kiss, a flower smiles
It is pure; it is magical; it is the virtual of the balance of life

Basking in the vehemence of the sun, this garden is a foundation of the truth in existence
It reinforces the meaning of life and gives explanation when doubt has clouded the mind

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With each smell a new flow of energy enters the body and rejuvenates

Alone a flower is fragile
Together, in a garden, it has the strength to overcome mountains

Now as I sit on this bench, an invited guest to the magical transformation of Earth’s wonders
I close my eyes and let me senses take over as the sun warms my soul and the flowers caress me with nature’s perfume


We Forgot About the Importance of the Words

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The art of the written word. It is romantic, real, historically significant and most importantly it has the magical ability to take us to another place.

One minute we are pirates on the high seas and the next we are flying over the clouds looking down on the beauty of our planet. Words have the power to transform, capture deep emotions and give us the courage to achieve our goals.

Writers play a very significant role in our lives.

Writers are:

  • Novelists
  • Poets
  • Screenwriters
  • Songwriters
  • Educators
  • Playwrights

Most importantly they express feelings from the heart.  It is in the words that pour out not from the pen but from the mind that open us up to the vulnerabilities of expressive insight.

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A writer sees and feels the world around.  Writers have a purpose and a gift to narrate, interpret, document and open us up to what we are afraid to feel ourselves.

I do not believe words are dead.  That is an extreme, but in the direction we are heading, the importance of them may be lost in this dark jungle.

With technology giving all of us the ability to pour our hearts out in characters through text, tweets, instant message and email, we no longer are vulnerable to the letting our hearts speak for us and suffering the pain of love gained and lost.

I think the greatest feeling in life is getting hurt.  That sounds like a strange statement to be hearing, but I speak the truth.  Love, friendship, family and true connection are very rare in a lifetime so believing every interaction will be positive is just a silly juvenile thought.  We need to get pierced and bleed to find the truth essence and purity of happiness.

We are human.  As humans we feel, both good and bad.  It is important to experience extremes of happiness, sadness, pain and euphoria.

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When did we start to hide from it?

We hide behind our mobiles, tablets and laptops.

I have experienced people that:

  • Break up by text
  • Pour their heart out in a status update
  • Feel levels of depression and express it with a tweet

I cannot change human behavior with just my words.

I don’t even want to take on that role.  I want to believe that we can once again feel.  I know every chance I get, I am going to hug a little harder, kiss a little deeper and express myself with all my heart has to give.

Even if many are turning their lives into a one sentence update, I won’t ever take that path.

For those that know me or want to know me, I am very happy and I will continue to be a hopeless romantic realist that will jump off the cliff and hope I land on my feet.


Waste of War – Original Poem

Why must blood be spilled on this holy ground
The selfless hatred
Greed overpowering the simplicity of love

Lives lost for a greater good never defined by the virtues of humanity

Thousands of years of the ideals of harmony buried in the past with questions remaining

Generation after generation; sacrifices made
Brothers lost
Husbands perishing in the flames of strife
Children never to see through the eyes of an adult

It is a web of deception written by men of power using the blood of boys cemented by the tears of mothers

We are pawns in the game of life
Victims in a race with no finish line

We scream for unity, yet we are all deaf
Praying for an end when no one knows where it all began

Born of innocence
Raised into sin
Dying in regret

When will the warmth of a hug melt away the fear of the weapon?

It is in these words I declare a release of my inner demons and imagine a world not far from my own

A world overcome by the tenderness of adornment and weak to the touch of a gentle kiss

Now in a moment of silence, I close my eyes and dream


Free Fall – Original Poem

Picture it
Four miles above the Earth’s surface
Between the sun and the curve of the Earth, your existence comes into perspective
Moments away from freefall
Faster than sound; out of control

Every memory from womb to death rushes through your head like a lightning storm of adrenaline

Blood rushing to your brain
You feel alive; so alive
The most pure feeling; mind, body and soul as one

Alone with the whole world looking up
Closer to the surface and reality

This surreal epic journey about to climax
You will hit the surface with life and death flipping a coin to see who wins the prize

It is so clear in the blindness of your fall
This is judgment day; the ultimate decision; the infinite risk

Speed picks up
All control diminished
All feeling gone
I cannot explain this

As you reach the moment where you are in absolute absence and only the forces defined by biblical words know your fate, it becomes a fairy tale of wisdom and horror

We have reached the end
Ground grows closer
The impact will hit soon
It all comes down to this moment


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