Unprostituted Hope (she sings)

“I could not forget every word He said, he always knew me.” – Kim Walker, “Sing My Love”

Silence surrounds my mouth,
The air between these cracks is all I need.

Forgetting my own name,
Or never truly knowing what you called me.

Hoping to hold onto your grasp; though I can only feel pains and words …I am so numb.
Challenge my strength in grit,

Thus penetrating this silence.
Deeply sung spring of emotions dwelling deep inside, whispers telling…

My heart and soul now stand corresponding to you my dear.

Desire filling.
Quench forsaking the drought worth dying for.

For you my love, are my last dance sighing.

Old Thoughts

We have so much time to our names, but it is constricted by the ones who hold to a vast concept: this world is…it. We are a taboo mouthpiece to a generation of wonderers. Life is measured in “…cups of coffee…” and success. What is success? Is it the finish of achieving? Accounting my life’s work, my failings outnumbering...

Short and sweet...thinkin' lately.