when o Lord when

Where will I go? What will I see? When will a tide grab ahold of me? When will I feel that current in my veins, the impulse of consciousness and striving toward a gain. When will I ache to discover a new destination? When will I hold my breath in anticipation? When will that peace…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…