Nov 08


The world is nothing but a monstrous sea of grey. To reside in black and white, as I once did, is to numb the human experience and resist the inevitable questioning of belief. 
Aug 17

In an attempt to comprehend

“Think of what it’s like to behold a gorgeous sunset… we yearn to linger, to experience it all our days. Sometimes the beauty is so deep, it pierces us with longing. For what? For life as it was meant to be. Beauty reminds us of an Eden we have never known, but somehow know our hearts were created for.”
-Captivating; John & Stasi Eldredge

The light catches my eye as I scurry to the window. Inhale...exhale. 

Beauty in the sun that kisses the pavement. Beauty in the trees that crookedly reach towards an infinite atmosphere. Beauty in the painted sky, that our human eyes can only behold for just a moment before growing heavy. Beauty in the creatures as they uniquely and joyfully carry on with the roles they have been given. Beauty in the fields of patterns and collages. 

I am left to myself, feeling as though the universe consists of only the Creator and me. 
Aug 01

The Pendulum

Eyes flutter open.
The pendulum remains still.
I absorb the ambience around me;
The view from the top of the hill.

Experience. Feel. Comprehend.
The pendulum shifts to the right.

I mimic life’s routine
As the morning comes and goes.
My soul seeks the future;
A matter nobody truly knows.

Plan. Dream. Wonder.
The pendulum pauses, and swings to the left.

In a mere instant
I am lower than low.
There is no outlet to express,
No grasp of a steady flow.

Decompress. Reflect. Breathe.
The pendulum soars to the right; much faster now.

In the midst of a panic
My essence is overcome
By an overwhelming safety
Bringing to life what is numb.

Release. Ease. Carry on.
The pendulum has swayed again.

I am left to myself;
A dangerous state.
My euphoria melts
And hardens into a familiar weight.
Jul 29

When The Sky Cries

The Earth sluggishly arises from sleep, and the sky is crying this morning. She is giving herself to the nature below that is groaning in need. She pours her energy over the fields and forests, emptying herself for their provision. The color drains from her face as she attempts to  color everything below her. 

The withering, brown grass evolves into a deep green.

Flowers burst open and brighten in their beauty.

Trees are nourished and renewed. 

As nature rejoices, no credit is given to the sky. She is now a patternless sheet of gray, lonesemly spectating the growth below. 

Jul 23
poem challenge: Freedom

Fool's Paradise


A subjective concept,
Perhaps unachievable.
Humanity groans for it
But the answers to our endless questions are often inconceivable.

It's deceivable, truly.
When we mold it to make it believable.


A release from submission,
The medicine to our condition;
Funny how it can't be prescribed by a physician

Though we crave it, it's simply a delusion.
When we stretch our hands towards it,
we only feel confusion.
The desire to be forever unchained is a mere illusion.


Release from abuse.
But what's the use?
There's only so much optimism we can produce,
Repeatedly being asked, "What's YOUR excuse?"

Nobody sees the battles we face,
Our empty cries,
The time we waste.

Nobody sees the scars we cover,
The bruises we leave,
How we treat one another.

Nobody sees the sleepless nights,