We are creators
30 November 2025
Manifest
The dark throngs await
Fear to hold
Tales untold
I have more to me than weight
creative mind zest
Images
birth me stellar sights
Inside me
the insights
Alternate reality
I burn no bridges
Stories tell
Truth of our great minds
The whirring
us reminds
of our features which glowing
other lies dispel
We are tall
Like evergreen trees
Predators
make us small
When the fears we slow release
we are creators
Reading of the poem:
The White Butterfly - Thought Form
A soul to soul will now promptly relate
13 August 2015
Waters of wells will dwell soft in my eyes
As I give in to songs’ beautiful vibes
Timeless the note of Love with soul now flies
Mind free hovers above, rapture describes
Wisdom blossoms in ache growing in Heart
Body to Earth hastens, plunges, it dives
While souls would soar so free, bodies apart
Condemn the souls to live separate lives
Listless daily life is never so whole
Pining for thrill of night will day refuse
The pang of loss would Heart never console
Fragile feelings opposed would mind confuse
A soul to soul will now promptly relate
Bodies melding will time’s restraints dilate
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