ALL IS WELL

All Is Well whispers the wind Tears streak the cheeks of the mourning All Is Well A bruised heart’s pain intensifies with each beat All Is Well Celebratory applause as you stand on the mountain peak All Is Well Emotions and Logic arm wrestle over each moment All Is Well It was It is It

Unplug

Passion guides me. It fuels my creativity. But pain leads to serious writer’s block. So many times the urge to write is sooo pressing…. But nothing will come forth. Eagerly holding my pen, I start to doodle on the paper. Boredom and more frustration quickly sets in. A black cloud hovers. Internally, the rain pours

1:34 a.m. 3rd of March 2015 Misty Mental

Once again in the early a.m hours, I walk this lot… This time in the mist.  My hair will be cursing me later for exposing its vulnerability. But when the heart and mind is active, you flow where you are led sometimes. Like a warrior on a journey, no hills or deserts will block his

X

Yearning for “X” and not being able to obtain it when you Desire it so much It’s not about needing “X” to complete you It’s wanting “X” to Complement you “X” isn’t running only standing still and gazing back Close enough to feel…inhale… and intoxicate you with the magnitude of its greatness Yet not close enough