Forward

Sometimes we will falter

Sometimes we will fail

But always, through dark days,

We somehow prevail.

No matter how fragile,

No matter how frail, 

No matter how vibrant,

Nor however pale.

Whether climbing a mountain,

Or rotting in jail,

My friend, you must never

Let passions grow stale.

This World

The cool breeze caresses my face as I inhale the sweet, sweet aroma of the freshly brewed coffee grounds. Morning is a time to be peaceful; to allow myself to remember how beautiful this earth on which we walk is, and how blessed we are to have been placed upon such an astounding phenomenon. Some much needed reflection, as I breathe in the crispness of the air, until I waste away the remainder of the day, behind a desk, in a fucking chair. 

Cup of Tea

A cup of tea

The tea is green

My soul's appeased

This calm evening 

The birds will sing

Delightful things

I am intrigued..

This is indeed

My cup of tea

Cigarettes and Coffee

Here I am. Sitting by my garden, awaiting the completion of my sun tea, quietly listening to the beautiful melodies from the birds that have made themselves present in my backyard. What a gorgeous day! The swings are slowly swaying back and forth, caught in Mother Nature's calm, steady breathing. The subtle rustling of the leaves. How peaceful to observe all of this, as I sip from this ceramic mug while ashes fall from the tip of my burning roll of dried leaves.