Poem: Soulful Sky-Blue – 14/09/21

The colour of his soul is sky-blue, visceral, with tinges of mottled red. I view him from an angle of security, I know more of him than others have dared to have said or can see. For there is more beneath the surface of his scruffy-haired expressions, gentle whimsical looks, I know more of him than many could ever ascertain, I know so much more, of truth’s revelation I feel I have to refrain, to not heed nor allow another intrinsic, curious look. [...]

Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

It is a part of me, my choice of which to give, openly or freely, absolutely willingly, the freedom of positivity, the decision to make amends, correct that abstract thought pattern, that negative plane doesn’t befit my type of Earth, but instead I will reach within, grasp, grapple, with whatever there is to see, a part of me is becoming courageous, and knowing, and I love to be encouraging, and I will speak with kindness not only to others, but also to myself, inside, outside, directness, shooting internally, the truths, the prisms of light my heart has been seeking, [...]

Poem: Breathe Freely – 04/09/21

I woke up today with this feeling improvements are coming my way. I roused today with the knowledge amid the blustering breeze gritty cares will be transported away. I am aware now that I am stronger, as I grow, irreverent words pool, tide carries them to sand and soil, away, angelic beats of beauties in expiring melted snow heralding a new era, trumpets to ears; nothing much left to say, but, I was forthcoming, I severed a tie, temporarily it must be, unless truth, future and beauty cause the past to decay, and a lifelong extension may be necessary in order for me to freely breathe.

Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

Visions beam, no visions blurred, enchanting be thy presence, welcome, my essence yours, entitled though the path once it might have seemed, bewilderment now as far as breath can be heaved. Pounding, irreverent, knocking at my door, ask permission? I insist you implore, wondering yet not at the soft curls upon my head, cascading down gentle curvatures, have I made my tired bed? [...]