The Wanderer

Men who act like pricks

Oblivious to their tricks

The Wanderer turned 4 today!

And in the silence since this online birth there exists an encyclopedia of words awaiting the awakening of an unknown day.  How easy and tempting to say what we think we mean; how challenging to truly perceive that meaning within the anticipation of words as yet unspoken.  To be captivated by that with which we are not yet certain is to revere the voice of silence.

Make your cravings clear

your tastes in search of pleasure

Having touched

in reality

this dream come true

cannot

The Soul

so bold in it’s silent ways

turns months into memories

Facing a strong wind

braced by flexibility

What more can I say

after all this time and space

So very tired of

Dealing with imitations

Sublime the pastry

of circumspection washed down

Twelve syllables left

hungry hands...reaching for you

Sublime the pastry

of circumspection washed down

When you smile I sing

Songs I did not know I knew