Timing is everything Timing is gold Sending our signal Out into the Fold. Wandering spotlight On moment On space Leads us to now To where we must face. Beyond this mere slice We must reach We must grasp To seize the ordinary Audibly *gasp* A shock to the system Of mediocre life But what would we …
Butterfly visions Abound in the wrist - A flick of a tempest - A wick of a cyst A fiery sorceress Tempts and expands A wizened old mistress Unfolds her worn hands A child underneath A girl yet unborn A teenager Sullen and stricken with scorn All of these women Are here with me now …
Cringing in blackness – Greed of the seed I don’t want to enchant These things that I need. Forsaken souls parted, Drifting afloat Aloft of the carcass Missing the boat. What if our vision Is only a ruse? A giant game started Only to bruise? Happenchance meetings Run wholly amuck, Heart strings strewn all around …
Sightings, songs, lullabies Starting down the road I see myself before the seeds And where I need to roam "Please be by my side today, and exist within forever." "Of course," I hear, replied to me "Why would you think it's never?"
Do we need an “evil” figure in our lives in order to recognize the good? Do we need to unite against an “enemy” in order to rally to peace? I’m feeling these questions acutely right now, especially given current events in the ongoing election. What is happening to us? Is this some sick social experiment …
Glittering sparks, glistening time, Setting forth intention in rhyme. Falling suns and perfect moons, Sitting princes with harpoons. Hoping for the moment, ripe Seeking hardship, writing type. Fortunes wait in stiller tides, Myriad minds are making strides. Tied to the sun rays, moon beams, stars, Traveling space to far flung scars. Shooting back – arms …
Starting this blog was putting myself out there in a big way, and while part of me was exhilarated, the other half was screaming to pump the brakes. But I made the decision, ignored the introverted and fearful part of my brain and jumped into the pool, arms open, into the deep. I have no …
Amie Zor 