The Ugly Pebble

bravery
limbs of stubborn virtue
intertwined
between sheets of blinding wind
between rods planted like feet
made of stone
feet barreling closer to what is destined
feet leaving impressions
impressions that never look back.

(into the wind)

photo found on the w.w.w

There is so much,
so much that goes on in the world
left, right and otherwise.
Writings that make it to the walls,
others to the foundations,
confines of concrete prisms
of imprisonment,
shaking validities between
all we deem necessary,
truths.
Facets of opinions,
depths of realities
floating between
stubbornness,
fears,
love,
death
and all I ask is that you move me,
make me forget
everything I know,
everything I believe
in order to believe you
if even for a moment.

(to we, the music makers)

When life becomes
busy as it may
the time to take
is time spent alone
to render voices their power
and lend inspirations
a helping hand
all while becoming
inspired all the more.

(the sea)

photo by Edouard Boubat

braving unknown inspirations in search of the roads that are less travelled

feet finding the ground nervous, for unexpected truths

heart finding the time ready for something of eloquent ruin, of masterful artistry, of limitless potential

(to hit the ground running)

photo via jackhilliethethird

Who is she?
Do they know?
Does even she know?
Molds of this, molds of that
she has chosen
to be what they expect.
She has chosen
to step away from toes
to paint a smile
on the front of open wounds
bleeding the wet of dried blood
all because she is afraid
of the thoughts
belonging to the bubble people
scurrying about
inside of their velvet-lined boxes
and for what?
She does not know.

{the velvet-lined boxes}

illustration found on the w.w.w

Defying all odds,
with focus to not look back.
Tenacious courage.

(the focus)

sculpture by Matteo Pugliese
photo found on w.w.w

Reflecting
upon deeds, days
upon time
spent
well and not.
Reflecting
upon mountains climbed
valleys created,
beginning again,
holding nothing.

{weightless travel}

Looking towards time
left,
time yet to come
and preparing
now.

{failing to plan is a…}

image by Nom Pourflickr

the inspirations that re-inspire

{the reason}

found on the w.w.w

The dawn,
she listens like none other.
Thoughts,
plans,
aspirations
are all she holds dear.
She is the savior of each day
releasing us into submission
time
begging us to create rhythms
ticking
forgiving us of what has passed
yesterday
so long as we step with new feet
today.

{the dawn}

photo by Alice Gao

Lying beneath dawn
to see what it cannot hold.
Revered, yet alone.

{fame and the sun}

photo by me