Opt for the free life

opt for the free life, freedom, open road, poetry, steven humphreys

Opt for the free life! go to where no known man goes. sit by the campfire. play a flute and strum a guitar. smoke that grandiose stogie watching the smoke plume. share a bottle of wine with no man and make a toast to god's glory. the wind will blow glowing embers in the spirit …

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Big dog, pretty kitty

big dog pretty kitty, love, pet, poetry, steven humphreys

Big dog. little dog. Ugly dog. pretty kitty. what they have named you matters not to me, anymore. I seek no champion. what matters now is how you look at me when you place your eyes upon me when I awake each morning. I know how you feel about me. Ah, yes! I finally know …

Fallen angel

fallen angel, poetry, steven humphreys

Fallen angel, carry my limp defeated body. you understand unlike any man. I've tried to hide from this world, but the world kept touching me. that ghostly darkness; that which hovers over those windy waving trees under twinkling diamond stars: they are not alone like me...    

Found

found, poetry, steven humphreys

What if you 'F O U N D' your whole life was a lie, and everything you thought were true was not? it has H A P P E N E D. they taught us all our lives. Lies are now truth. blue is green. and, green is blue. and, yes, right is now wrong. …

Woman

woman, love, maturity, growth, poetry, steven humphreys

Have you ever wondered what makes a man a man? From birth to death the influence is clear... The short answer is, 'woman' is responsible. For, without her there would be no world...  

Wind

wind, poetry, rv living, steven humphreys

There are those likened to the wind. They go here. they go there. they buy a travel trailer. they live off the land. they live cheap. they are a breed unto themselves. they are not the 'lonely' ones. some live alone. some join in around the campfire in a desert near you. there is a …

Who are you?

who are you, poetry, steven humphreys

Who are you? I am your life. And, for now, I am hiding from you. 'you're kidding me, aren't you'? No, for hope led me on. It strung me along this crooked trail. Hope deceived me because there was none. So, where did you go, 'hope'? there are red and blue flowers. yellow sun. white …

Mystery

mystery, poetry, steven humphreys

The mystery seeps in: that 'thing'. friends you meet who never met you. those you know well who never met you. it is this and only this eventually comes to awareness once you have been there. it begins, once you know the truth: that material things are nothing... you realize love is all there is …