The words bubble up but they won’t come out;

My thoughts won’t be so easily sold out.

I want to tell you the reasons I’m numb

But no matter how my mouth forms the words

I can never seem to find the right ones.

That special moment I’m sure that we’d share

Will never happen; I just swallow the tears....

Sometimes all you need to know is that not every thought is worth having.

A deep thought doesn’t mean a valuable thought.

A philosophical pondering does not equate to idealized wondering.

The only thing that makes sense is that nothing makes sense.

Peace is often nestled in the embrace of those realizations and attained when one settles comfortably into them....

Passed on through generations

It’s tattered and it’s torn

But its never quite depleted

This old armor like shawl

It doesn’t give me comfort

But I guess it makes me, me

I try to hide it from others

The shame of its tatters too embarrassing

This old relentless shawl was handmade by those before;

Begrudgingly stitched together by each person that it wore.

It’s difficult to explain why we keep ...

Breathe in the air,

Take in the sights,

Appreciate the trees

And for God’s sake,

Play in the dirt....

If you could reach your hand inside my heart

What would you do with it?

Would you whisper to it sweetly?

While it stuttered and it ticked.

Would you caress it gently

Remarking on its resilience?

Or would you squeeze it tighter

To determine its pain tolerance?...

My mind strengthens but my heart falters

A feeling rushed so my mind alters course.

I thought I was ready, but the remorse burns

Maybe I’ve made another wrong turn?...

Here lies a thought,

a feeling, an idea.

It’s bitter end unexpected by some

yet foretold by many.

It is remembered and mimicked often

but it’s shades are never the same -

distorted by mistellings and untruths.

It was always fragile;

it’s pulse always weak.

And those who hated the idea were all too quick and willing to misunderstand it.

But they couldn’t kill it themselves;

ideas, alth...

Weathered and beaten

Tired and alone

It sits in a field

A long forgotten stone.

It speaks no ill,

It bears no hate,

It is merely a marker

Proclaiming one’s fate.

And on it written,

etched words hardly seen:

‘A young boy not forgotten,

a soldier in green.

He fought for his country,

he fought to be free,

God grant him mercy,

he was only eighteen.’...

I’ve eaten, eaten, eaten;

but I am never full.

I am gluttony; I am selfish; I am sin.

starving, insatiable,

No matter what I eat,

I cannot seem to fill my heart....

A tuft, a puff, a slightness

a caress, a brush, a fineness,

a gentle sway in the wind,

a long forgotten softly hummed hymn.

A feather light touch

on sensitive skin.

The beginnings of a smile

as you’re staring at him.

A flicker of light

in the darkest of rooms

The stars in the night

or a sliver of moon.

Words whispered sweetly

from the one that you love.

A night of safekeeping

on the w...