Tinkling bell Wind Chime Decisions intertwine Blow of a horn Choices may be scorned Wishing Well Opportunities dwell Sparks ignite Flee or fight Destiny in the making Mine for the taking Parades to lead Intentions to feed Do as I might Incantational Insight 12/22/22 KAM

Can you hear her cries Invisible to the naked eye Old souls can see Thoroughly beyond tired lies Ruthless confiscating Previously pristine supplies Building destruction Inevitable demise Contradictory to your Selfish seeds Implanted theories supported By aspirations of wealth and greed Neglected maintenance Repulsive regenerating Growing disease Deteriorating Root Phony plots Replacing pristine prairies Contrary…

Imagine a time You didn’t have to settle For less than your worth What would that feel like? Royalty since birth Give up on potions Pragmatic notions Feasting on fears Stripping you of years Seize what is yours Sensibility offers no cures KAM 12/22/22

Lit on fire For my burning desire To help, assist, and heal Nay beg, borrow and steal If my gaze was caught Amongst the disintegrating branches I’ve no remorse for your fear Your imminent decision to rid of me Offered no appeal Do not cry my darling From the ashes I’ll reappear Kindred karma is…

Puppet hindered by strings Ungrateful little mouse Chooses to eat his cheese in private Doesn’t enjoy putting on a show Pleasures kept to his personal prison Behind walls and tunnels underground When you want to play he can’t be found A sliver or morsel is enough to subdue His finer taste for privacy Curiosity has…

I jump in The darkest of pits Head first Usually more often Than I’d like to admit Auras of arrogance pertrude I know what’s best This ego of mine has yet to rest So deep I go Into the unknown Finding my shadows Relentless dim companions Yet sole hope to climb out of distress Formerly…

Some may convey the color Red To symbolize blood Death Passion Betrayal Angst Love The color’s significance is within the eye Of the one in question as to the color Red Red has its own perception of itself Not to ever be singularized or categorized It can take on multiple senses and sensations Red holds…

I’ve hidden, I hide Secrets left covered Uncontemplated What is there to discover? Shame, weaknesses They’ve become strengths Anxiety in public In solitude there is no haste Seasons come with patience Small spaces leave room to grow Dormant aspects that lie within Unnurtured, previously unknown Recovering the lot That would have been lost If disposed…

A time for remembrance Though not of birth Memories and moments A current life’s worth Holidays, occasions, vacations Acquaintances, family and friends Fleeting visions of pastimes That wistfully came to an end Preceding ethereal emotions Ushered into the present Captivating notions Initiate the most pleasant means Of embracing an uncharted year And exploring virgin dreams…

This pressure from within, so without Unable to decipher where it all began Choices I made Or others’ decisions I forgave? Wanting it all for everybody Throughout the process became nobody Personal opinions no longer profound So I hid them underground What once shined bright Covered by the darkness of night Fear of persecution Or…