If you could see yourself through my eyes…


Sitting there

like a little cosy witch

warm and shining

telling me, warmly, about someone else

who looks like a little cozy witch

totally unaware

of your beautiful power

and being.

i wait to see you blossom and become


to yourself.

through this beautiful natural humility

amaze me

with you.


– May – for Writing Challenge: “Fifty-Word Inspiration”


Live or Alive? Digital Existence & Social Media


you see two sides of me or six maybe

i show you what i filter and what you see still creates itself in your mind

filters that filter through filters


if all the worlds are together here then why should we need reality?

if we can log in and out as we wish

what is life and death for then?


how similar are you, android existence, to my life, my reality, my flesh?

not at all! except marginally in images and that which i consciously project.

a fraction not even.

you are a view i have manufactured by limited, immensely limited tools.

and yet, too often, you are the place of my first judgement.


be with me, human? manifest!

in more than merely this digital existence?

i have not come to pretend in two dimensions and your mind alone

i have come to dance and be tangible

i have come to love the world

which is

my body and yours



– for writing challenge: Worlds Colliding 

Great Expectations


I should cry…

In feeling so extremely annoyed with expectations and the perceived failure of my hearts true desires over such long time, i cannot even stand the title of this post.

There is nothing ‘great’ about expectations. They are dual, ambiguous, never certain.

They are based on preconceived ideas, memories, projections, hopes, wishes, not at all connected to any sort of reality.. this now, being the ‘conscious’ expectations we have..

The other part is the dangerous part, the unconscious expectations.. the ones we fear to admit to, the ones we really believe in, not necessarily knowingly, not necessarily willingly.

The latter, in fact, becomes the reality that manifests in the end.. and the conscious, the first, is the one that causes disappointment.. the ‘wish’ we had that wasn’t fulfilled, because we ‘knew’ deep down what reality was and what would be.

Promptly, alarmed by what I’ve just written, I urge myself to make a decision based on this blatant opinion I’ve just raised.

What then? If I’m expecting this, but I’m wishing for that, and I’m knowing this actually, but maybe I’m hoping for that… and this time can’t be like last time, not possible, but it always works out this way, so it will be as it were.. hopefully optimistic, cynical, silly, silly stupor.

I claim oblivion.

To expect, is to speculate, and it is risky since we attach and invest too much, not knowing, hoping, caring, believing, mindconfu**ulating the issue as such.

…passive, passive apathy… waiting to see… not great at all.

thinking over thinking…

instead of creating

CREATING our outcomes.

That.. “Creating”


I rest.


– for Writing Challenge: Great Expectations

Hush me again, I can’t stand it.


How, in the words we never speak, will you hear me?

In fear we hide dark quiet some more

even less

Less we know in stillness, that we speak not, we touch never, we aim, we wait.

Let drift into our river

pebbles, as thoughts, only sounding near the surface

Those below, far below never heard, seldom seen

though without them our bed would wash wash away

they hold


the water

in us both


– for The Sound of Silence  writing challenge.