Letter to you!


I need you tonight! Not for your body, no offense please I love your body but tonight I need you in a different way. I need you to listen to my silent speech. I need you to hold me tight and tell me everything will be alright. I would love to here that you will be there for me when ever I fall. I need you to pick me up again. I need you to wipe my tears away and make me laugh. I need a rose to lighten up my room…. And after all I just need your attention.

Is it to much?!




And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind...

That whisper of a second
right before the alarm
speckled the dozen eggs
inside their cozy nest.

That sliver of time
right before the alarm
gave birth to this,
premature and beautiful.

That stale morsel of a moment
right before the alarm
was the cheese that got away
from the rat’s clutches.

That watchful eye
right before the alarm
turned to sapphire
as tired waves crashed.

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The Mystery Bones


Here I am, abundantly flawed with pocks and scars, yet renewed once again.



I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
~Andrew Wyeth, artist

How endlessly beautiful is woodland in winter!  Today there is a thin mist; just enough to make a background of tender blue mystery three hundred yards away, and to show any defect in the grouping of the near trees.
~ Gertrude Jekyll, British horticulturalist

There is a stumbling reluctance transitioning from a month of advent expectancy to three months of winter dormancy.  Inevitably there is let-down: the watching and waiting is not over after all.  There is profound loneliness in knowing the story continues, hidden from view.

We have been stripped naked as the bare trees right now; our bones, like the trees of the landscape, raising up broken branches and healed fractures of…

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Its Cold!


Its hard to look in somebody’s eyes when they are frozen from the inside!
The eyes got it all! I think even the soul is in the eyes! And when ice has taken over their body the eyes show it! And you start feeling cold just by standing close to them or by even looking at them! And then you know that its about the time that you have leave! But tell me, how can you leave someone who you are burning for? You keep hoping that you can warm them up, unfreeze them so you keep looking them in the eye! You hope to feel again that warm hug of theirs! But take it from me: in a war between ice and fire, Ice wins!
And then you stop looking at those eyes and start burning into ashes from your own fire!