When hope comes out of nowhere When before there was despair When I give up hope, when it would be foolish not to When I believe, when everything screams to the contrary When I speak the truth about myself When to do so I risk your love When I’m grateful when I would rather Be…

We all jockey for centerstage To be heard To be loved To be understood We all want a glimmer of hope Not happenstance A framing that crops the best A perspective that doesn’t narrow But magnifies the heat of love That aliveness of being A precipice of understanding A core of being realized-

It is The man on the Greyhound Bus who snarls at me when I take a seat by the window. My Levis are torn at the knees, My hair is short, My dark glasses shield the tears forming in each eye. The man on the Greyhound Bus who packs all he owns   into one pocket.…

What takes your breath away what keeps you awake at night Laying down of swords Slay no longer No salve To keep the wolves away Flickering Doom Hangs in the air Horses gallop Into darkness Hell has no light Kneeling Howling Come respite None will come No healing light Take flight Fear steals Loves breath…

Million dollar Applauds Storms are the Best Make your own Cherry wine Fine in Bluebell jeans Forecast is Sweet A yellow bus Explores Dreams Discovers A purposeful Subject Keen on The song Hit of the Holiday Unity she Sings The famous singer Of all time Harvey Milk Rhymes Sun valley Transformation Use of words Is…

Words, transform into apparitions leaping intensely off from pages, in various, stages. Turning on, the reader’s voyeuristic nature. Visions ignite, delight, with intuitive insight. Driven by desire To, share To, see. To, touch. To, taste. To, feel. To, know. To, love. To be love

A childhood in silence Living a hushed life In a muted world Thoughts muted Emotions muted Words spoken without content Even the silence muted Dreams about screaming With no sound leaving the body Internal screaming Turning to pain An intense and muted pain Planted and growingsofi Hjärtström A childhood in silence Living a hushed life…

I’ve given up on the machine The wrestling in the night I know I need the oxygen But who am I kidding? It’s not the lack of oxygen That keeps me up at night – It’s the things that take my breath away.

I don’t want to hear “Hallelujah” being sung by a precosious little girl and an operatic Super Star. By the way, I thought to myself. I wouldn’t even listen to “Ode to Joy”. I think my most favorite. Go roll yourself over Ludwig! Nothing is going to raise my spirits today. Determined to dredge a…

Draw Along the sky Let us take Courage Rise higher Shine the way The closer we Are Treasures come Let our tenderness Be Think of the Love Permit in our Minds There is a Light Seek it Give our little It means a lot Goodness Is abundant Shining this Unfailing flow Hands Soul Body Spirit…