Tag Archives: poems

Dreaming

Letting the unknown embrace my mind. The REM time, the blurry line, it’s all images of a sign. Sometimes I can remember, while other times, it phases out of sight.

Weird, is this practical?

I can wake up feeling good, or sad, but it’s all hidden by a hood. The more I press on a scene, the quicker, it evaporates from my screen.

Anyone have this problem?

I could’ve sworn I watched this program before. Deja Vu to the core. The Morpheus lore. Another cut, to add, to the score.

Are we having premonitions?

The recalling of futures past. Viewing of a dream, that’s already been cast. We’ve all worn this mask.

Isn’t this so prudential?!

Getting down to business, I love the clowdy series. It’s like our imagination has created visionary theories. Dreaming feeds our minds with clues. Letting our essence go viral, our thoughts with views.

Walk & Store

Walking to the store, enjoying the scenery. Beautiful gusts of breeze, with beautiful, levitating greenery.

Nature is so colorful and very mysterious. The clouds, the revolving rounds, it’s all so curious.

Coffee, in hand, with cotton and some poly, to toe. Signs of the picture changing, awaiting, the arrival of snow.

I see the musical birds and the brown, running animals. Auburn leaves, from rooted trees, it’s all joyously laughable.

Arriving to my destination, point stops now. It’s euphoric to take a walk, while watching Earth play, it’s beautiful sounds.

Furniture Artwork: Furniture Haiku (Reshare)

Wanted to repost one of my furniture paintings. A before and after porch set I did. Both pieces were left on the curb, so I decided to make them a set. They were very fun to paint! 💙💚

Furniture Artwork: Lavender and Gold Porch Set

Free stuff is welcomed

I like to redesign stuff

New porch set for free.

Growth Part Two

The need of chapters to evolve. The want of pages to involve. Wanting to become something different. Needing to provoke something whispering.

Change the season. Change the scene. A chance to alter the inner reason. A chance to alter the outer routine.

Something that’s physically similar, mentally peculiar, and spiritually familiar. A rebirth, or another growth.

Sink the Cronus vessel and drown the past. Rise, Zeus ship, and the future cast.

The evolution of a role, growing from a thought. Growth of a soul, and the evolving, of a louder plot.

Stages of the Ages

It starts off warm with love, and through love comes the cool pain. It’s a lane that sometimes bring rain.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

Pain is the beginning of life. From pain, birth happens. The pain feels everlasting. You long for the hurt to end. It doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

The joy is born, and a new stage begins. The beauty of joy feels complete.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

Ups and downs. Standing tall or bowing on the ground. The ladder of stages are universal. Our battles are forever dispersal.

Guess what, though? The stage is meant to perform.

Enter the relay. Become the star in the play. What would be a great title?

The Stages of Ages.

Starring: The Leading Pages.