by pbsartist | Jun 9, 2017 | Uncategorized
who am i the poet bemoans the awe and this poet hearing the rushing of rubber against the light early chirp with fluffed pillows and warmed fingers wrapped around steam this poet too asks who am i this life seems almost too short some days and others as if...
by pbsartist | Jun 8, 2017 | Uncategorized
hold this brush stroke it just so here bake these scones smile at these guests clear these branches mow this lawn organize these papers arrange these books so clean these sheets dust these shelves listen to these sounds see this life. as the sun must shine so there....
by pbsartist | Jun 8, 2017 | Uncategorized
not innocence; no that is not possible. there has been too many scar-years formed over to return. but. what of simplicity? surely the scars can be forgiving for this~
by pbsartist | May 31, 2017 | Uncategorized
what is beauty if only one sees it? what becomes of delight if only one feels it? how do we hold truth in our hands if no one comes along to help carry it?
by pbsartist | May 31, 2017 | Uncategorized
secrets are stones heavy weights in the gut heart hands that prevent us from lifting our own life to the place it is meant to rise~
by pbsartist | May 30, 2017 | Uncategorized
i have found any more that i do not need to be where there are others with skin on. i can sit myself surrounded by the god that sits with me in these many walls and find a kind of place that needs no...
