It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Wednesday, September 03, 2008. Today as I skip to the rhythm. Of nursery rhymes and hop-scotch from Narnia. Stories to fairy tales, I see a rainbow. Perhaps because I have never seen. And leaving behind my toys of gold. I climb it to reach the door-less.

AWOKEN SOUL is all about NAKED and EXPOSED DOWN-TO-EARTH POEMS emanating from deep within my God-made Soul. heartfelt poems I have written about ME and YOU. about GOD s gift to us-LIFE. and LETS PARTY in every depth and breath of my AWOKEN SOUL. Sunday, March 15, 2015.

When Cronus Ruled the Earth. I bounced the boys on my knees. And spun a story from the seeds of my sour grapes. Sharing with them the news of my disappointing life. 8220;the Seas sang and the Mountains danced. And Cronus fretted over the Music of the Cosmos. 8220;He foresaw his immortality ending. He saw that he would be overturned. By the ones who called him Father.

Watch out for the spikey bits. Tuesday, December 13, 2011. A little scratch it can ratchet. To a full blown infection. The week and the weakened. We stood by, and we watched it,. We fight the predation,. As the banks and the rich. Are circling the nation,. Hoarding jobs, stealing freedoms,.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014. Child The world is wild. The passage is narrow and plain. Before you is a dark void. Of violence and disorder that you might take. They will scream into your ear,. You might break into tears. But they will not care.

A two-foot tube of secrets. With a bunch of keys. 1 November 2011 3 Comments. A Charm Against Ye Knavish Trick-or-Treaters. Get ye hence, touch not this door,. Retrace thy steps, disturb no more. Our sweet repose at close of day. Thou art not welcome, go thy way.

Friday, November 7, 2008. Old Horth leaned heavily on his talking staff. Walking with the weight of years and worry. His 47 anos have not been kind to him, but he stays in good spirit. The return of the Sun cycle. Placing the twelf totem, the massive pillar on its way. With the markings from the water carriers, Zethines. Would gather on the plane of the ancestors.

Feel free to comment on how good or bad you think it is. So feel free to be fair. but always be kind! Thursday, December 28, 2017. Go When the world has for. Gotten and none have for. Given then all is for.

I throw these words to the wind. Feel free to grasp them or let them drift away. May 21, 2012 by Jan Freeman. No plea for sympathy but the reason for absence of creative thought. Soon I shall on the table lie. As those behind the masks peer down. At one who sinks but not to drown. And maybe more if it has spread. What could I say? My tongue was tied. I try to see objectively.

A place to meander with me awhile, until we all meet again. Monday, December 22, 2008. Walking with Woods in Plainfield, Vermont. Fern, thou art a fan of feathered. Fingers tickling my bare shins,. There will never be another. Saturday, December 13, 2008. One Down, Three to Go.