Picking Up The Pieces

Are you facing a Tower Moment? It’s okay, your life is opening up for something greater; receive it! Picking Up The Pieces

Push UP

Push Up.. Muscles flex and waiver Chin down, head straight..now lift. Steady. Hold. Fingers Stuck. Elbows in. Back straight. Wrists strong. Drop Chin to the ground. Breathe. Push up. Up! Hold. Steady. Toes stuck. Arms firm. Shoulders strong Stomach tight Bottom in. Hold it. Hold it! Down. Slow. Easy. Chin Down! Flat on the Ground….

Words

Itching to get out… fine hair stands on end at my neck..  (straight, curved, jilted and edged…spaced… crowded, bold and exclaimed lost before caught. Empty thought… fragmented lines.. incomplete lost sentences, black-outs and white-outs anxious and excited speechless and loud from cerebral hemispheres, to spine..to shoulders, to arms, elbows, wrist then fingers..Point. Type, stamp, click,…

Flute

Blow …Blow through bitten lips. Tight and clung…wisps through teeth. Hollow, curved and turned. Flung around tongue, wrapped around jaws. Open loose Blow. Blow. Stretched through me. Opened air breezy cold Blow. Blow. on top inside throughout and round about Wide, long, and puffed. …Played Flute

The Call

Love is my eyes and ears to ward against Hate.. if Hate should ever try to claim another mirror.

My Mommy’s Birthday Song

It seems almost ridiculous for me to buy a birthday card for you.  Two main; pertinent reasons why.   First, I’m a writer.  Second; and the most important, there is no card, or letter, or monument  created by anyone other than myself, that would say or express half of what I want and need to say…to…

Poetry

It’s a dance..kinda like ballet, one step and two steps, plies, pirouettes

It’s calculated and intelligent like the game of Chest…