The Wild Side

He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight. Jon Krakauer

Feed

The futile age old dream Life clambers for the sun A constant moving stream The rabid and foaming run Expel the curdled cream For work has just begun A welcome sight to feast Pockets full of tendons Crammed down throats deceased The retching sound heard reckons Feed the newborn beasts Unknowing the time beckons Honey …

Tinnitus

In absolute silence I hear multitudes Of creatures Mingled screeches At a frequency Just beyond perception. A shrill sound High pitched Pulsating Growing Becoming A deafening roar It surrounds me Penetrates me Resonating In my very skull The commotion of life Keeps the burden at bay And I have peace For a moment From the …

Flower Beds

And so it is our day of toilour hands, the soilwhere sweat let rununder the sun In work, digress, settle downstreamearthbound, I dreamthoughts in dire needdesire to bleed I tire, withdraw, let slip my minda place I findto rest my headflower the bed The minute poem.The rules are simple:3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas)8 syllables in …

Survival through Perception

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." Albert Camus If every leaf is a flowerI'm becoming a florist Life through the eyes of changeIs constantly beautiful Lune:I will survive Amid the decayI was bornIt can not touch me A study in the Journal of Aging Research found that babies born during …