It’s really Me (well, kinda sort of…)

who am I, me, searching, soul, god

Well, it's really me (maybe I am, maybe I'm not. hold on, let me check. I'll get back to you, later. will that be OK? Don't wait, I'm not very dependable or was it 'on time'?) do I have such a strong sense of who I am? yes, I am actually here inside this body. …


The Great Continent of Meow

cats, pets, love of animals, party, music, sleep

Animals animals wherever I look can't move an inch they've conquered every nook (and, cranny) kitties sitting pretty everywhere you look except in the other room with lonely 'ol granny who's looking at glossy colored pictures in a cat book. I knew they wanted me to stand on my head to stare and laugh at …

Of this we must

of this we must, satan, god fearing

Never clear something near submerged fear outright queer flowing teaching hidden trust somewhere finding this we must endless search know your mind lost in wasted primal time all one meaning every feeling sensing thinking ever squealing ringing bell dealing drinking enter slicing fiery hell skin sizzling devil's moor groundless floor repent your sins door's wide …

Field of Thorns

field of thorns, life, poetry, steven humphreys

There is a calm before a storm once you find your field of thorns dandelions fiery hot lying down wishing not watch and know seeds will blow where they will endure and grow alongside flowers blue and gold doing never what you're told.


vintage, love endures, timeless, dance

Take time to watch clouds move through the vintage blue sky. many pass love by because they cannot surrender their hearts. others lose their patience and flee because real love grows slowly. let the wind lift your gaze to the rhythm of the high trees so that you look at the one you love the …