Dawning Autumn Blues

Autumn Blues
Dawning
At the press of a button
Each season
Has a habit
Of falling in its place

withering the pain

withering the pain
let me touch your sores
and restore your well-being
to the days of ancient
now only dreamt of
time does take its toll on humanity
for better or worse
everything must be felt
the burial grounds
and the killing fields
may be sacred and all
bust the human spirit
has a way and a pull
to an umbilical cord
that withers the pain...
feel the pain within the scribe.

JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Crackling with laughter, one releases the toxins a...

JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Crackling with laughter, one releases the toxins a...: Crackling with laughter, one releases the toxins and poisons that feed the spirit and remain as a pool to pull in negative and unwanted ene...

Crackling with laughter, one releases the toxins and poisons that feed the spirit and remain as a pool to pull in negative and unwanted energy.Levels reached, levels surpassed, visions dressed in schisms will way down souls one or too many as they tackle each day to deal with the human condition...Are we really here, are we living, when will we become alive...do we need an awakening..if all hopes and lots are to be cast out will we still be human if those who do not think like us are to be avoided at all cost...until a new reality comes to be that will give all of us a kick in our butts...the world longs to be born in each individual in order for us to find one another..(gestalt theory)

Icicles on request

Icicles on request
is that your quest?
dear child
weep not
i have been to the poles
global warming
may be for real
but as long as there is water
Icicles will be served

Autumn blues

Autumn blues
reigning
i miss april
and the rainy showers
time has a habit
of working on ones soul
some may lose a nerve
or two
sanity and insanity
the equinoxes
hold all the keys
the season does fall
singing autumn blues