Wednesday, May 9, 2012. Tuesday, May 8, 2012. Wooden bench on the side of the road. Monday, May 7, 2012. Sunday, May 6, 2012.

Sunday, March 25, 2012. Okay, there are some moments in life that you will never forget as long as you live. The first time I ever heard this song represents one of those moments for me. I hope we all have many moments like this in our lives. Close your eyes and listen, allow this song to take you on a journey. Wednesday, November 23, 2011. Loreena McKennitt-Nights from the Alhambra-Santiago. Saturday, July 16, 2011.

A poem first rushes to fill every sensile spot of the mind then leaves it forever dented. Aims to redefine the meaning of breathing space. Now open for submission, submit up to 7 poems in a single file attachment. Fogged Clarity, An Arts Review. By Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. By Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.

The Aliens in my head are my own voices of right, wrong, and insanity trying to figure me, and possibly you out. Felt the need to write today! I am in the wind,. In the rain, the laughter of a child,. The butterfly on the windowsill. Beside you on the warm sunset. I have not left you. I am in the stars. Shining light in the darkest places. When you smell my perfume. Or have a memory of me. Know it is I who is letting you know.

Are You Reading Me? Saturday, February 17, 2018. Sausage is just jumbled bits. A glaring lack of glitz. But if the casing fits. Perhaps you can somehow regain. An outlook through the pane. Sunday, February 11, 2018. Monday, February 05, 2018. This is the last year you can claim. A solitary digit by your name. So make sure you enjoy it my friend. For soon the bliss of youth will end. And though our lot is far from set.

AWOKEN SOUL is all about NAKED and EXPOSED DOWN-TO-EARTH POEMS emanating from deep within my God-made Soul. heartfelt poems I have written about ME and YOU. about GOD s gift to us-LIFE. and LETS PARTY in every depth and breath of my AWOKEN SOUL. Sunday, March 15, 2015.

As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Wednesday, August 7, 2013. Ssh quiet whispers between filtered lights. Now all hidden in the mind. And forget this secret life. All a lie a secret grows. This is like life and death secrets. That one out of a million gets to have it. Rare but not that rare. You grow with a secret.

The best Rottweiler-Great Dane I know. Goodbye, fare thee well. Posted by Insolita Vita in Uncategorized. Bodhi spent a lot of time looking out at the world. He was always waiting for someone, it seemed, to arrive. Posted by Insolita Vita in Depression. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,.

Friday, March 16, 2012. Stale smoke hanging in the air, like cooled grease a top a day old soup. Lonely, longing, my mother is staring out the front window. I can see it in her face, in her movement. Can hear it in her silence. I want to say something,. But I merely walk through, dispelling the cloud. Yesterday we buried her mother. The wind so cold, hot tears burn and freeze,.