Exploring the power in words, one poem at a time. While checking out the other Monday Poetry Train. On Monday she had Limericks, and she invited her readers to write one in comments using the first line of hers. A man who reported the news. For myself in this worl.

Do you prefer silence? You must think of me sometimes. I can not believe that I have been erased, wiped clean along with the pain and memories. There must be song fragments that still hold me in their sweet chords, lyrics that take you back to when we were one. Or do you you turn off the radio, preferring silence to those feelings that whirl and whip like wind spun waves. The Years That Have Passed. The Need for Fresh Air. Hysterically, and the only world that existed was their own. She dreams he is ther.

Sunday, January 11, 2015. The ability to know the truth. About who you really are? And what if knowing this truth. A life full of peace and joy. With no regrets and no fear. Of hell and death and punishment and rejection.

It was Late, and I was Tired. Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart. The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more. Thursday, July 31, 2014. This was the worst one yet. I have accumulated too many things. It is time to lighten my load. Sunday, July 6, 2014. At the thought of you-.

The follies cease, this. Intumescent of height, width. Monday, 14 October 2013. Monday, 8 July 2013. For what gainsayers say will stand as testament. To the profit of further gainsaying, regarded. To the tip of neutral talent. I now have a position on everything. Within your innings, heart lift. I wait for some desire.