Beneath The Winds

You swim in your bed of liquid bliss, flowing with currents and splashes underneath, giving no thought to what’s beyond or above, only traveling beyond if it’s what you do or rising above if it’s in your nature, paying no heed to winter in full bloom or the draft of suffering winds. You simply move…

When Block

When I run out of words, I sometimes think that I lost my mind in a troubled sink. Trouble with syncing to what I feel is a wealth of rhyme in my mind’s wheel. When this feel I’ve lost, I’m not the same. Thoughts twist and turn, searching to claim what it thinks it knows,…