Disillusioned
All of this “improvement” only dismantles my safe space,
My one corner of quiet
In this hellish prison of consumerism.
Through the Dark
Perhaps if we tuned into the soul-call of our own hearts
We could see the flickers of light
That beckon us to explore the dark,
The wild,
The unknown…
Blackberries
We stumble endlessly upon beauty
And the fruits of the Earth.
Our winding conversations
Sweep us through infinite fields
Of crackling summer grass,
And carry us along on the soft sea breeze.
Dispassion
I am coated in cynicism,
Its chalky glaze pasted with rough hands over my soft heart.
I see beauty, but it does not breathe inspiration into the blackened cave of my mind.
Autumn Falls
I find solace in the Gibbous Moon
That shines outside my window.
She gazes down upon me
And I think she feels some part of my truth.
Strangers in the Smoke
The city was up in smoke –
We screamed, we ran,
And then we were conquered –
Forced into hiding.
Human Connection
Do not restrict your experience of life by keeping your gates locked. Peek through the bars, perhaps reach through and feel the air on the other side. Is it so different?