An analytical approach to science, business and philosophy. This goes in their favor.

Anymore, as we build. Pungent less, darkened images. Blinding eyes, blinding until night. Dancers fade, monsters kill. The game is over, song ends. Without the moon, descending hours. Drops of rain, scents of a lemon. A pause, a stop, a maddening. I slumber without dreams and motions. Wars never die, death stings. Eyes do not move, no more sight. I cannot go on, life fails.

Eva and Xuela Misanthropic Maternal Monsters. Reflections from the Woman with the Skinny Legs. Say Yes to Everything! Something the Lord Made. The Autobiography of My Mother by Jamaica Kincaid and We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy. On December 7, 2016. Faces melt beneath their beards. On December 6, 2016. Of the flaws in himself. It will not be molded. It must find its form.

Must be okay with explicit language and sensitive subjects. My mind is brimming with excitement! To announce that after a longer than necessary writing hiatus, I am back at it. It has to do with a small snippet I posted last week.

Follow me, if intrigued. Poetry and chocolate and books. Poetry and chocolate and books. If we all threw our problems in a pile. We would grab ours back in a heartbeat.

WORDS OF POETRY FROM UNDER A HAT. On earthly ledge of care. On the cost seers brood. A trampled mandala of might. In a black iron pit infused. A template of psychic forms. Strangles our piece of infinity. As seeker warriors cry mad. Awaken as a gnostic apart.

I am not the same. When I look in the mirror. In a while it makes. Full Moon, Brightness, and Gloom. And the sky is bright. Sit in the darkness of. My mind begins to ponder. While I look to the.