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.

Of odd-shaped tubes and angles. But no shared laughter, tedium or pain;. Enduring the same wild weather. Yet it knows no cold or drop of sweat;. When time slows and life shrinks. To fractured bits of inches. And scattered shards of seconds. It alone is left untouched. By fear, and all that follows. This bloodless, wordless better half. Makes us greater than ourselves;.

Music, Inspiration and The Craft. On June 7, 2014 by Jamie McPherson. I recorded it on my mobile phone. Just me playing some blues slide, singing and blowing some harp. I got me some black coffee.

and each promise being kept true. We would be angels called by the sun. Entwined in soft clouds laying low. Beneath a sky of Caribbean blue. To that calling I waited here. Attentive to the ones who came before me. Sitting by the sacred stones watching signs from the heavens. And you are always are near when the storm clouds. Even, as I breathe.

This was one of the first poems I posted on WordPress. And I thought it could use another airing. Flashes of strobe and heady weed streamed through a carelessly ajar door. The earth swirled and tilted when I arched backward, just to hear you swear as my hair tickled the bare tops of your thighs.

Saturday, May 23, 2015. I feel this design is a challenge - and I am going to meet it.

Trees, ancient and gnarled. Bend boughs low to the ground,. Guarding secrets of the woods. Saplings fight for light,. To break free of the gloom. That covered the forest floor. The wind blew through,. Forever gossipping, whispering;. Filling the woods with curiosity. Hurriedly trying to reach an ocean. She wades into the water. Only wishing to forget,.