There is a helmet here
It’s precious gift is writer’s block
In a daze, a lazy fog
No choice but to stop
To cut out all the pretty talk
A static flow
Catching up the undertow
A pool within the living jaws
Macerating all that falls between
The air is thick and full of violence, or impotence, or impatience
Suffocating
All that glitters...
Do science and spirituality clash or collaborate? Also.. how to love God and not be a jerk about it.
Car je suis intimement persuadée qu’il n’y a rien de plus sensé que de se perdre n’importe où, et de courir dans toutes les directions à la fois
poems & stories, thoughts about people and places between moments of clarity, or not.
Just another human being who's trying to reach new levels of consciousness.
The Scintillae of Kenyatta JP García
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
I write, blog, vlog and poet...I wander, I ponder and I recollect ...DIGITAL NOMAD & PHILOSOPHER
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Poetic Landscapes Of The Spirit
A Canadian poet, his poetry & other works
Unpopular culture addict.
my life after quitting base jumping and having two kids
The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
My castle in the sky
This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees
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