Tag Archives: soul

Spirit

He said his dreams were frequent and vivid, full of life. Not so anymore. They had an air of ritual and mysticism to them, he told me. These dreams, they permeated him and even I could see them. I wonder … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Apathy

Perhaps it should not surprise me that I have to wait until I am truly alone and have turned off all the light sources, save the computer monitor, for words to come back to me. Seclusion, it seems, have always … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Open the Door – Turn Me Loose

When I close my eyes I see a man running. I know that he is I, but also that I am not truly him. He is what I wish I was, a man running through the thunderous onslaught of a … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Compulsion

There is a feeling that I don’t have a word for, which I suspect might be because there probably isn’t one for it. If I were to describe it, I would begin where it begins – in the chest at … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Pensive

I’ve had an extended period of inactivity here on WordPress. I can’t really say that there has been any particular reason for this, unfortunately. I think it is perhaps more of a lapse with its roots in pensiveness rather than … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

Spirit Door

It is easy to view the world as a place of darkness. It does not come as a surprise that our hearts are similarly shrouded when we keep them behind barred doors fitted with the kind of security that would … Continue reading

Posted in Thought Rants and More | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The Ghost at my Side

I have always known of their presence, But it took me some time to acknowledge it. Visions are returning too me, Motion and dots of light in my peripheral ~ Hints of that which does not want to be seen. … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments