meaning sometimes crawls
from places long abandoned
my heart knows
refuting lustfully, robustly
that pure moment where
truth dawns
sometimes messages are
never meant to be heard
but experienced
and then swallowed hard
with burning bile of disbelief
I dream in color, write poetry, talk about God, parent kids and finally wonder about it all
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...

-
Thursday, September 9, 2004 Transition still feels out of sync no matter how much sense it makes. Sometimes other people can nail our own fe...
-
Wednesday, December 8, 2004 The best early Present I have ever received: (A letter from my mom in e-mail box today) (yes, this is me.) ...
-
Everytime I think I am going to sit down and write I fall alseep. But gosh it is a good thing to be this tired. xxoo
No comments:
Post a Comment