Strong You are my true strength Pumping bloodline of my heart Unquenchable fire What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Strong. A haiku.
The method in my madness, is often overrated. But then again my madness is often overstated. Eternal slings and arrows do permeate my mind, with each outrageous fortune lying not too far behind. But the madness in my method and … Continue reading Mad Method. A poem.
Why do we blog? Some say it’s cathartic. Some say it encourages and develops us as writers. A creative outlet. Some say we do it for fun. To get in touch with like-minded souls. Some say they just need to … Continue reading Why do we blog?
I hurt when I see you, a mad combination of anger and pride. Selfish and shallow, Tear-filled and callow. So glad you’re doing well; I know you wallowed for awhile, as indeterminate as I. Now, you’re bouncing, a supercharged rubber … Continue reading Hurt (happy when I see you). A poem.
First Man is, hands down, the best movie I have seen in the last five years. It’s in my top 10 movies of all time. It’s that good. First Man is the story of America’s race to get a man … Continue reading First Man. A movie review.
Have I forgotten who I am? Not when every turgid thought drags the ocean bottom, the silt clouding my mind with all the pain I wrought. Not when my perpetual aching heart is torn in two with every memory of … Continue reading Unforgiven. A poem.
I have spoken long with you so many, many times, each airy conversation measuring low on a Richter scale that never rises much beyond the surface— no evidence of my success just artful whimsy it never shakes your earth. Just … Continue reading Quake. A poem.
Photo. Poem. They sort of go hand-in-hand. Cheers Steve 🙂 Beach Cave. A poem. Your wailing darkness, meets with the implacable tide in a passionate nightly affair; a restless sculptor of eons, she licks your ebon sides and strokes your … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Beach Cave
A curio of times past, rolling around a sea of fingers and palm, undulating on currents of virtual memory and static electricity. Tactile and fertile, like an ex-lover with time to kill and an ever-present urge to explore old avenues. … Continue reading Curio. A poem.
I was so into you— every thought, every move, was a riot of ecstasy that shook me to my core. More than destiny, more than waking dreams or midnight fantasies. You were the bottle and I was the alcoholic reaching … Continue reading Intoxicated. A poem.
The essence of humility Is all I ever need of be Humble is as humble does The other side of piety. I am forever in Your debt, my honour long impugned, you see. You paved the road with grace for … Continue reading Humble. A poem.
This shiver, a sliver of ions up my spine, a delectable point of contention on my mind shaping continuities of ecstasy, baking hormones in my pituitary, activated by your touch in mine. For more of my poetry, check out The … Continue reading Shiver. A poem.
Plebiscite Having endured so Now, a time of reckoning People’s plebiscite What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Plebiscite. A haiku.
My love for you is bottomless without end infinite it is sunbeams and moonbeams and cluttered thoughts laughter and pain you are my sun and my moon and all the cliches in between and while your light shines I will … Continue reading My Son My Sun. A poem.
Another photo. Another poem. Cheers Steve 🙂 Lighthouse. A poem. A hollow betrayal; you were pushed aside and swept under the rug of failing and fatalistic light (what irony, it seems). A ship’s memory is short; they no longer need … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Things#5
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