Unconscionable
Apathy that’s palpable
As [St.] Anthony bleeds . . .

reds, crimsons and bloods
there’s a rose in the meadow
snow-covered in love . . .

for a very special flower
and for Deb

truth, masquerading
honesty is a false face
cuts my bleeding soul . . .

This day has found me disillusioned with various aspects of my life.
I am sadly discovering that in the blogworld, things aren’t always what they seem.
Seriously contemplating some time away from this place that I truly love, if only to figure out just what the hell I’m really trying to accomplish here.
I may be back tomorrow, I may not.
Right now, I just don’t know.
Pleading the fifth and I’ll leave it at that.
Much safer that way.
Until next time, be well folks.

Scotch bonnet sunset

Cayenne-red skin screams for ice

air-conditioned bliss kiss

obsidian glass
Opaque windows to the soul
lucidity’s dead . . .

Three beautiful girls
Hearts that you hold in your hands
Love you forever . . .

The world would be so much less without you in it, for the girls and for me
We love you dearly.
You are the heart of our family.
Period.
Amen.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Lord knows, you deserve a special day.

Silent sun, setting . . .
Perfect fifths, the perfect chants
when silence meets grace

~m

Pathological . . .
Lies will see the light of days
Someone knows the truth

~m