The second addition to the planetary poetry is here for your studious consumption. These posts are getting more and more educational by the day. Venus has been a real gem to marvel at. Second from the sun, yet the brightest and hottest, Venus is our subject for the day. In a mythological context, Venus it … Continue reading Poems For Planets: Venus
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Walking Through Space!
I didn't know how to put this forward or make it clear, but here it goes. I'm going to be making some noise in this little space of mine for a little while. I'm working on a little series for the poetry fans who wonder this way, hopefully it will be for fans of … Continue reading Walking Through Space!
Him for Her
When the sky is all raindrops and fire, I promise to stand with you.
Gold-Mind
There is so much gold inside your longing to be you, this is the most precious intent. No heavy cloaks of foul feelings can dim a diamond cut by the goodness you feed your mind. The mind, so precious an instrument, when seeded with love will yield abundance. Make the mistake of welcoming thoughts with … Continue reading Gold-Mind
Sunrise
My early call to rise rings out at the same time ever morning, 5 am. Every morning, at 5 am, I rock myself out of a shallow sleep, gather the scattered pieces of my focus and brace myself, ready to face the budding day at its root. I loathed dawn for so long, returning to it … Continue reading Sunrise
Writing 201, Assignment 3: Acrostic – Trust
Another day in the world of WordPress has provided another glorious opportunity to fine tune our art of expression, Writing 201, challenge number 3 is in play. The poetic form we have been given to play with today is "Acrostic", spelling out a word, or words with the first letters of each line of our … Continue reading Writing 201, Assignment 3: Acrostic – Trust
Man In The Mirror
"we are nothing more than enemies!" the man in the mirror elates, he hates when I mumble all my musings in front of his face. Hates when I step into the world instead of him, instead of king, he says I play pawn, squandering my limbs. Haunting my inner monologue, hiding in snide soliloquies, tied … Continue reading Man In The Mirror
The Blissful Nomad 