I take another hit from my tv and the bottle on the shelf beside it my head blurs with fantasy but somehow reality still whispers why do I say everything has to go my way or else while I claim that I am a person with an open mind as…

Colours awaken and hint at the possibility of more than darkness has the light of the world ever been found sleeping did it ever stop working when the world turned away from the sun or haven’t we been looking beyond ourselves for something that can change the day where we…

Conceived in love raised to love another in the same way how did they all end up here in this stew of men and mud boiling in a cauldron of violence like ants fighting over a crumb that has landed on their hill with so much work being done by the common man why are the rats the only ones getting fatter whenever one human falls wounded and broken there is a cheer and a flag waving ceremony while a family somewhere gets a letter

I have so many needs a cottage at the lake surrounded by the scent of pine trees on an early morning rising over the calm water every weekend full of waves ripples of pleasure to roll in and out of and give me meaning I need everything to go my way I need to avoid pain and questions that’s why my head is full of pills that say that they will ease the struggle of being alone and they work they remove everything

The sound of spring in the light tickle of the wind makes my steps a little lighter on the path I call my life the vivid shades of morning smearing across the sky lift the weight pressing down on my mind that serves as gravity to my emotion the fresh smell of rain that lingers after the downpour of the night reminds me of the grace I have been given that I could never earn as I walk this open prairie I love

Where is the wisdom in one broken pot laughing at another vase for being cracked in a different place on the handle where is the healing in a mob of broken pieces shoving each other over the edge of the step to shatter into smaller and smaller fragments as they…

White and airy swept with every breeze and whim far from the ground and the reality of gravity plumb and lightweight like a ball of cotton candy at the end of a cone at the carnival of colours spinning around a head of confusion and neon as ideas come and go like clouds racing across the blue sea always busy but never stopping to wonder why or to consider the bigger picture of who they are or where they are going

Snow has banked up the door for so long there are so many hidden talents under that frozen smile you pasted on to please the mob of winter there are so many things you wore as a white jacket to cover your personality but I have a feeling that there is so much more just waiting to burst into life if only you would pull back from the cold embrace of that season you thought would keep you safe from risk

Life is a road trip a mixture of good times and bad a world in rotation for some life has never been better for others the journey right now is hard harder than they have ever known when the road runs through the valley of the shadow those on the other side of the world where the sun still shines can speak life as the planet turns when the moon rises over a road strewn with trouble know that you aren’t travelling alone