Sitting here it’s quiet or it should be, Tinnitus is troubling me. The constant wringing in my ear let’s me know it’s still here. When it’s quiet or I go to sleep up it let’s the volume creep until this crescendo peeks with pops and bangs and then it hangs right here in the middle … Continue reading Tinnitus
On the Edge of Sleep
On the edge of sleep not going too deep where awake and unconsciousness meet. Where dreams are starting to seep into and out of low level sleep. Images come and go, no one familiar, no one you know. Body heavy unable to move, myoclonic twitches permeate the being in a sensory world no one else … Continue reading On the Edge of Sleep
Just to Be
Close my eyes and listen to my breathing, my heart slows but is still beating. Darkness dispersed with colours, silence whirring in my ears. Sitting here Being just me just able to just be. Connected with my earth connected in the universe, yet heading into insignificance. Mind empty no fog, nothing at all just being … Continue reading Just to Be
Coffee
Make it large or make it small maybe short or maybe tall, drink it at home or in the mall. Coffee can be had with love and even when you are in a mood best of all you can have coffee with your food Black, white frothy or flat have it alone or with a … Continue reading Coffee
Bogged Down
My head is like quicksand today trying to write but it won’t come. No water flowing, ideas coming then going, my brain is just a sponge full of grunge. My pen keeps moving but it's losing the battle to make a poem rattle. loads of ideas in between my ears but can't get them on … Continue reading Bogged Down
Love Is
Love is fluid yet does not move, love is here with me and you, love can conquer any woe but love can also go. Love is a feeling in your head sometimes it lands up in your bed. Love is all about words but not everything has to be heard. Love is about being in … Continue reading Love Is
Day at the Zoo
Monkeys swinging and rolling at play camels munching at yellow hay. Elephants squirting and trumpeting water to wash their back they are safe from slaughter. Flamingos all pink stand on one leg like a skater on an ice rink. There is the hippo so big and tough chewing on grass that’s bare and rough. Then … Continue reading Day at the Zoo
Rhythm of the Ink 
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