Life gives us twists to see how we handle the situations. Have we learned anything in its cycles of disappointments, hurts, and unexpected changes?… But, life too has its ways of compensating for those emotional surges that call in the winds; wings set to find the peace, joy, and bring with it smiles and cheerfulness, … More Trenchant
Don’t you dare look into my fervent eyes, kisses might escape… © EN, All Rights Reserved
Update: The quaint gathering went well; six in total. I realize that being among strangers can be quite liberating. Everyone was very open and respectful of others; even if they started out being shy. We all released intimate past experiences that I don’t think was expected. The poetry was quite touching. My take: Among the … More Poetry & Tea (2)
Today I take a leap of faith. I’m to attend a gathering with local poetry being the theme. “Tea time” and invited to read a favorite of my written dreams. I’m certainly hoping all goes well; that I can share and release the beauty of my poetic energy. © EN, All Rights Reserved
Though life digs with a trowel and may not be relatively deep, I seem to climb back up a few times in search of me, I sometimes slide, going right back down; and I have to remind myself, to just stand up… © EN, All Rights Reserved
My journal contains the metaphors, that connect me to you. © EN, All Rights Reserved
When a lover’s heart has been severed, do not look to youthful emotions that were of innocence, combined with inexperience and, of course, immature ignorance. By all means look back and be sure to grasp, the identity that may have been surrendered in order to please, the now-lost lover; and your true “self,” just might … More Self-Reclamation
(Image via Wikipedia/Flickr) I went to a Zine Fest, not even sure of what it really meant; then it was explained to me, it’s a very short version of a magazine. Poetry, stories or comic book drawings, all created to be self-published. Many displays for sale were small, or up to a folded half-sheet tall. … More St. Cloud “Zine” Fest
Some things I wish to never do, I find they’ve been achieved. But many things I need to do, my time seems incomplete. A life of rush we run amuck, that leads to self-destruction. With time we’re sick filled with disease, because of our reactions. © EN, All Rights Reserved
You think I’m reserved a touch eccentric, or just a little weird; no, I’m neither of the three, unless you extend this to being uninhibited. Feel free to join me just being yourself, but always knowing when to convey human respect. Simple gratitude, and always for everything. For without the negative, where are the … More Just Release
