In A Happy Place

Another night in
A state of bliss
What a ride

Nothing is going to bother me
It’s like winning a lottery

Only if I could hang on this feeling
All of my days

I have a neighbor
Who wont listen to his kids
But gets his advice
From a pet who won’t go outside

I’d been feeling this good
Not feeling any ills
Don’t know where it came

If you ask how I got here
I couldn’t tell you with a straight face

I don’t care
Just as long as it never goes away

There’s a friend at work
Who left his home and a ugly woman
Now he’s happier
But hooked up with even an uglier one, still

The world might be falling apart
Nothing is going to cause it to shake

Things may not come my way
Everything is all right
I know I’m in a happy place…

Portabella Dreams

Sometimes I just can’t believe some of the dorky stuff I come up with and write. I was thinking of nursery rhymes and children’s stories I’d loved as a child. Then this fell on my keyboard…


Portabella Dreams

Sunrays sprays through the shutters
Sleep rubbing from my eyes
Bluebird sings the morning
Fawns tasting their first dew

Gathering fragrant herbs
Under the crisp blue skies
Welcoming a new day's greeting
From a lower mossy limb

Flowered sweeten air
Linen drape wicker basket
I’d sat by my side
Fast falling into a portabella dream

Reaching a world where dreams go
Time measured by the sun’s beams
Entering Eden’s soft place
Sitting on a mushroom stool

Making light talk
With all the creatures
Great and small
The shadow had landed on the dial

Time is short
And now I must go
Everyone there knows
I will come again, to be back this way…

To Drift Away

There’s a place where we go
A door opens to protected you in the night

There’s a place where we hide
To break away from the fears that sit deep inside

There we find a place, troubles are left behind
Darkness broken by the light

We allow ourselves to be free
Our cares float away a drift in the sky....

I’d Drifted Here and There Chasing Endeavors

I hadn’t been around for a while I very much apologize for my absentee. I really hope I hadn’t lost any of you the friends I so much relied on and truly care about in our spherical blog world we had made.

I had drifted in and around from time to time. Flying on the weaken wings of inspirations with all of you continually on my mind, slowly starving my cerebral expressive ability to write.

So I thought a little about Greek mythology and what they had to experience with the scribes responsible for the arts and penned this scribble today.


Illusory Polyhymnia

Long corridors, the cold echoes
Spills down the halls
Glimpsing sound of footsteps
Ever coming close enough
Unrevealed unrecognized.

A penned yell, “Show yourself”
Illusive sights fade
Hunger pains
For an inspirational key
Turning of the head
Warm wind fills the lungs
Silent words seeps in
Breeze without a sound

Each finger falls
Letters drift into place
Conceptual thoughts
Inks the page
Heart races
Pulse pounds
Tear soaked parchments
Pains streams into verse
Pages of words
You know hold true

A palindromic liquidity