BLINDING...

Fragmented thoughts wandering in the wilderness
Fallen dreams like fallen trees after a storm
Meadows green and moss laden, our land in a new dress
Smells of flowers, rain moistened grounds and loam.

Wishful thinking where have you brought me? To silent rivers of contemplation, chirping birds hardly a pondering.
Where are the silent muses to rouse a silent poetry?
Where do I begin to tell the story of old? The rhyme of a forgotten hero, crying after he finds his dead companion on the battlefields where he fought…

Silent followers of Jove, Venus and Mars…

The war within to bring forth a love so beautiful to wring out the last drops of verse and songs.

Belief in myself, stronger than a storm; belief in my life strong as the afternoon breeze…

Bring me back those fresh brown cookies straight from the oven and let me write once more… hungry for more.

bleed my veins let the blood do the talking that my heart wouldn't say through my head and mouth.
bleed my heart to its desires and fill up the emptiness left with creation...