WonderLoss

I am very pleased to announce that (After a few formatting hiccups) WonderLoss is published and ready for the world.

If you are interested in picking up a copy, or if you just want to check it out, click the image below.

Wonderloss Link

 

But I…

I Loved

……………….it was worthless

I Cried

……………..it was empty

I Fell

………………i am still falling

I Died.

……………….There’s no one calling

WonderLoss

As promised, ladies and gents, now that my newest project is complete I can tell you about it.

Wonderloss cover shot

 

Allow me to introduce my latest collection of poetry, titled WonderLoss. In it I wrote poems about loss, love and generally all things emotional. For me it was an emotional release of the ups and downs my life has taken over the last year or so. The cover art is my own work. Hope you like it.

I have fully completed it, and am awaiting approval from CreateSpace in order to get my proof. I’ll make sure it isn’t riddled with tragic errors, and then I will officially publish it. Once I do that, I will make another announcement along with a link if you are interested in picking up a copy.

 

Until then, Happy reading.

The Calm Before…

So I’ve been rather quiet lately. I’m sure you thought I forgot about you.

NEVER!

I have been writing and editing and creating up a storm. Soon, very very soon, I will be publishing a collection of poetry I am in the final stages of editing and putting together. I often talk on here about project that go unfinished, or take longer than expected, so this time I waited until I was certain this would see the light of day before I mentioned it, thus the radio silence.

 

I’m not telling you the name or the content, because I will reveal all when it is in the proof stage. But to give you a slight peek, here is a picture I took in Venice Beach that is incorporated into my overall cover design. Cheers!

 

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Of Two Minds

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

I lay still a sec or two;

Will I smile today, or weep?

 

On days of the first

I plan, I work, I do.

An energetic burst;

But days like this are few.

 

On days that feel the latter

I put on a brave face

I fill my day with chatter,

My effort leaves no trace.

 

I have thought to reach for aid

But don’t know how to express

How parts of me fade;

How each day is less and less.

 

Who could know this blight?

Who sees through the smoke?

Who would know I’m not all right?

Who sees I hide behind each joke?

 

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

My mind get it’s on-cue.

Which mindset will it reap?

 

Hybernate

Teardrops drying

Snowflakes flying

Safe in winter’s warm.

 

Isolated

By ice created

Hybernate: conform

 

Get to it later

It leaves no crater

It’s expected you’ll tuck in.

 

It lends a safe clause

To take a safe pause

Resting in your skin.

 

I’ll take an out-bow;

Let me heal now.

I’ll come back up in spring.

 

 

 

Life Story

Life is full of challenges

Some big and some small

We try to sway past obstacles

But we can’t see them all.

 

They say life’s all ‘bout choices

But it’s also mostly chance.

How do you meet prince charming

If they never hold a dance?

 

We take what we are given

And we spin it to a tale

Making up our story

Explaining why we fail.

 

But what if all our failures

Are really just plot twists?

What if each discomfort

Is a lesson we have missed?

 

Thrive

Darkness echoes out the light

But I won’t give in to night

‘cause I am ever shining bright!

I thrive, I thrive.

 

Sometimes I lose myself to fear

Forget the need to hold ME dear

But there is not an ending here

Because I thrive! I thrive…

 

Constant standing strong alone

Leaves me coping on my own

Pressing, breaking, weight unknown

I survive. I survive.

 

Here surrounded by claimed friends

Who know nothing of my ends

My long Iron willing bends

I’m tired. So tired…

 

At last asked support is strong

Hands I’ve had there all along

They bring back my happy song

And I thrive! I Thrive.

Forward

I do not fear change,

Do not dread upheaval.

I do not consider

Some wanderlust evil.

 

It is stillness I fear;

Sameness upsets me.

A stagnated river

Halts life none to gently.

 

This pause lends me terror;

Uncertainty’s blinding.

I feel like I’m searching

With no hope of finding.

 

If upwards I climb

Or downwards I fall

So long as I’m moving

I’ve answers for all.