I am unsure why, when I’m alone in this cell, I start to dwell, on heaven and hell. Much I have lost within these four walls, lost, gone, insignificant to all. Wanting right now, as my mind is dense. In this hole, this hole of belligerence. Salvation from above can it really rescue me? beforeContinue reading “Keeping Faith”
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Thoughts in my old mans truck
We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border.In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelightI know a part of heaven my eyes have seen.Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong.I am here whether rightContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”
Feather of Paradise
Through the window and next to me graciously landing a flawless white feather. Like on the morning of her funeral with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance those armies he built are falling. Pirouettes in the breeze there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”
Smith Shine Poetry 