Disenchantment

(My bull-moose in formal attire offers you some flowers of joy.  It is your choice to accept or not.  No pressure to do it either way. Free will and all that...)       Disenchantment: The result of believing that one knows it all. It...

In Repair...

Back in my art room, safe from the confusion, only I to process, I watch myself struggle to create love again. And it is a struggle since most people hand me negativity. Once, I would buckle under the pressure. I would crawl into my self,...

The Secret

A secret was shared. A secret described in shame and distress. A cry of pain and sorrow embraced me; a negative absorbed. As I caressed it with my empathy, it flipped over revealing its underbelly. Protected, glowing brightly, the...

The Scarlet of Strength

    Strength. She holds it in the fragility of her hands. Her eyelids closed she sees it not. The fire that burns can not be denied. It will have its way. Uncoiling, it ventures forth but does not move. The seconds bring the...

For Those That Will Understand

  How does inspiration come into being? Where does the new idea spring from? Does not a new idea belie coming from what already-IS? Isn't what already-IS defined and therefore not priviledged to follow as a sub heading under "A New Idea."...

she breaks apart easily

      she breaks apart easily into bits and pieces that fly off obeying their own creative system   she is an ordered chaos confusion, spontaneous, creative   she accepts her space and not only what she is...

A Rant Without A Cause

Reality was chaos. This was absolute. But as all absolutes, the paradox materialized instantly. There was order too. Confidently they pointed out the evidence for all to see this was so. They who represented all forms of life currently...

Searching For Purpose

Close by, they watched as he unfolded into himself. They carefully took note of his movements and then mimicked them believing he was the best example of how to be. Although they were attentive through his lectures, they dismissed his verbal...

Prosecuting Negativity

It's interesting how positivity is rampantly misunderstood. It isn't surprising since I too once felt that positivity was a something one did while looking through rose coloured glasses. There was a time when I understood positivity was an illusion...

The Day I Surpassed My Mother

The silence between us was pregnant with sound. I could hear her emotional blackmail and she had not uttered a word. The distance between contact had grown too lengthy and I was acutely aware of its piercing disapproval. Action was imminent....

Who Am I?

I stood between two friends. One said, "You are too much. Simmer down." The other said, "Come on, let loose.  Turn it up!"     Who am I?  Am I too excited or not excited enough?  Or am I neither?  Which friend knows me?  Which friend is...