There’s something about Elton John.How his music isAn Art that drawsYou in with everyVerse, all penned andCrafted from his mind. From musings to ideasFrom ideas to actionAll an artist’s forte.A singular masterpieceWith passion and heartExpressed in his creation. There’s something about Elton JohnThat brings heart-shattering emotion.Taking me back to better days,Every one spent in yourLoving ...

What do you see?Upon my lonelyFace streakedWith tears A victim?A believer?DespiteThe pain A survivor?A villain?DespiteTragedy What do you see?When I walkAmong usHumans A hero?A saint?DespiteHorrors Strong?Weak?In sightOf all OpinionsLabelsPinnedUpon me A womanCrying outFellow menLabeled toxic A writerTrying toWrite andBelieve What do you think?Glancing uponA lonely soulIn society Among labelsStereotypesJudgmentRacism Among opinionsDividingOne fromAnother Mental illnessDisabilitiesEasily seenYet ...

                        Ebony shadows gather in darkness                                     Most by swimming, some by walking                                     Gulping snakes slippery and soft                                     Wriggling fingers freed from hands                                     Disgustingly mysterious, fascinatingly stomach-churning                                     Creatures seen, but never unseen                                     Brought to light through no fault of their own                                     Squirming their way into our thoughts ...

Time hears no commandThe sky is our blue grandstandOverseeing oceans and landsAs the sun warms our silent clock hands The seasons come and goSpringtime melts the snowNature’s seeds germinate and growAnd our rivers of life continue to flow Has mankind become a pantomime show?And Forgotten to ask the owls and crowsHow to fly through?The bad ...

Where are you hiding the key?Let me have a quick peek insideI wanna discover what’s on the other sideHow sweet it’d be to see the creatures created from your innocent glee. Oh please let me see!I bet there are a dozen unicorns dancing and prancing with prideWhat about a hundred pixies sliding down streams like ...

  A swirling shell   That holds inside Beauty and bounty Under the guise Of tart apples, sweet corn, Juicy grapes, and zesty squash Waiting for hungry visitors To arrive and nosh Leaves twirl downwards Around the banquet But people don’t come They tend to forget What true beauty and bounty Is needed for life ...

The sugary sweetnessThe bitter yet necessary salt Blending with unique flourIntoxicating yeastFills the air Water combinesMolded by the powerOf unseen handsTo flatten the prideFor true strength to rise Placed in the oven Warmness overflowsPreparing the bodyFor the harshness outsideWith a crusty skinYet holding dearTo the softness withinAs a guideFor its existenceUntil darknessOpens it’s mouthTo finally ...

Nothing to say.Too much to say.Pen to paper isLike a glass to my mouth. Sometimes I don’t realizeHow thirsty I amUntil water touches my tongue.I drink Liquid spills all over.I don’t careI’ll clean it up later.The water refreshes My throatBanishing drynessIgniting a voice. My voice. Photo courtesy of Silviarita from Pixabay

I put feet to pavement.Rivulets of melted snowcascade in the gulley.I run at its paceadmiring the claritybeauty, and purityof the water.we both proceed swiftlyin the same direction. Motivation is fickle.Clear, blue skies lureme outside for a run.I crave sunshine and grapesI run toward Springbut the snow meltsaway from it.Still, we run in the same direction ...

I’ve no one to blameI supposebut myself.Isn’t that what they say?It’s my fault.I made the choicesI face the consequences. So this is how it goesI choose not to reach outbecause my hand wassummarily ignoredslapped awayand shushed.Weariness won, so Iretracted my hand. So this is how it goespieces of my life swirlinglike snow dusteach different, uniqueeach ...