Holding Stones

So futile This mind That runs away Blind Yet proselytising As if I have some great experience That may aid you with yours Yet Behind closed doors I am just the same mind Jumping to conclusions About everybody else Just like everybody else We are every bodies In our own damn self And with so […]


Some say I think too much What would they know  In the dark quiet hours When the stars shine And I’m sitting Knitting Thoughts together And the words come hovering  Like butterflies To settle Perch upon my Mind How would someone who has never Played with words Never heard Them whisper Softly Mournfully Joyfully Trumpeting […]