walking, nature, path, poetry, steven humphreys

It is the middle of the night and the candle grows dim as it snuffs itself it knows sunshine will come at dawn and things will come our way in their own will not in ours and we will feel its thorns and smell the flowers coming we hear a distant caw a crooked path …


Eyes of the beholder

eye of the beholder, nature, poetry, steven humphreys

Autumn leaves fall slowly like spinning teacups a colorful collusion of brown, green and yellow coffee swirls smelling of sweet burnt cinnamon infusion sunlight pierces through sparkling water streams in the heart of the forest like a white spear beauty never fades there it never dulls in the scope of eternity it doesn't matter whether …

In seamless rhetoric

rhetoric, life, poetry, steven humphreys

Words in seamless rhetoric promise lies alive eccentric ill at ease sickness death in reality drunkenness and physical white light impartiality darkness nonphysical invisible drifting mindless angels and aimless devils floating flying crashing down chimneys always thinking feeling consciousness seeing hearing hot and cold love drinking smoking cigars above and below endless marriage divorce and …


reminder, nature, poetry, steven humphreys

It is a reminder we know little about nature whenever we visit the great outdoors that it is something which is independent of us in which we had no part in the making but, we take it in we breath it we feel the warmth and the cold of it a reminder... we can't take …

We leave

we leave, poetry, steven humphreys

we believed who we used to be was the us we'd always be... but we shed our old skin for new skin... we grew away from our old selves like we were empty worn out shells... so slow we moved we forgot the words of our youthful anthem we so lovingly sang now we laugh …

It just could be

It just could be, poetry, steven humphreys, pet your kitty

It just could be that speck of lingering doubt that if we were so sure we were right about it all wouldn't we shout it from our podium in the mountains? Do we care so much about what others think that we change who we are to please all the monsters?

Those mothers who were there

those mothers who were there

Let us celebrate those mothers who were always there for their young with an everlasting love filled gratitude holding their spirit highest on a pedestal... although, on the other hand we have always brought with us certain acknowledgements to those females whose hearts were never into it their sincerity lowest on the rung of the …