(Guilt of doing something, everything, this, not that, that before this and nothing – and results of half baked buns) Guilt erupts like a acidic lava somewhere in the vicinity of my appendix and resides in an untraceable location of
Race Tracks #OctPoWriMo
If you are standing at a station of my life As a witness, jury or judge You might presume I stand still Since I am forever in a speed test A race with time on tracks that run parallel Time,
Questioning love #OctPoWriMo
The theme today is love. And I did not know I had so much to say about it:) Can you feel the timbre of love in the depth of the blind singer song? Does the pitter-patter of the sleeting rain
Boredom in breathing #OctPoWriMo
Moment of desperation Moment of boredom Boredom of today Boredom of tomorrow Tomorrow may not come Tomorrow is not welcome Welcome nothingness Welcome pain Pain of the living Pain of existence Existence in this routine Existence is a routine Routine
Inside Weather #OctPoWriMo
(1) two tornados rage in sync a tsunami sky high torrential downpour of slime carpet pulled from under my feet inside a calm zephyr the day is conquered with a shrug of the shoulder and a smile (2) sunshine