Every day a soul must walk. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3,646 other followers. Online Kit For the Walk. The Bard on the Hill. This is not a day.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Usually I paint, but sometimes I write. Philosophy means love of wisdom in Latin. Well, yeah, duh. But I mean good men. In front of other people.

Dear readers of this blog,. thank you to all the ones who spread the beautiful light of poetry. and thanks to the ones who read my scribbles. Warmest wishes of love, health, inspiration and well-being to everyone.

Musings, Meeting and The Music Store. Poetry Contest - Call For Entries. A psalm composed from Nehemiah 7 and Psalm 33. The joy of the Lord is my strength. I celebrate with great joy because. You alone are the Lord. You are always true to your word. I was stubborn and proud,. But you are a God of forgiveness,. Slow to become angry,. You did not abandon me,.

Sunday, 8 January 2017. Indisposed in her sketchbook, tracing the tentacled yew tree. 8220;What of the Undermoon? .

The Series, Sets and Collections. A List of Favorite Bands. Thursday, June 12, 2014. Aural pleasures span the darkest caverns,. Unearthing scenes dispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered in mundane,. Blind to tumults spawned by inconvenience spared, the watch spins in sternward approbation, coveting a valance oft ignored, tempering uneven folds with carcasses of lost oases.

I know when things are wrong. It hurts me in my bones. With piercing eyes peering out. Of everything i think i see. That destiny is chasing me. And when he catches me. And I will have to be my best. There is disorder far and wide.

It started with your voice, your shimmering breath. Calling - so strange! My name. I rose, undreamed,. Across that space it seemed. The world unfolded of itself, a findern. Then I came upon you, lost,. Pitiful - until you saw me there, ghost. Of your ghost, shade of your shade, reflection. You bent to me, passion. Finding mirrored passion, the gloaming coal.