The life was sucked out of me on 12th Avenue. The incessant traffic noise I wrote about on more than one occasion in my journal. It didn’t ebb and flow there but rather marched no cannon balled and madly screamed back and forth along that magnificent tree lined East Vancouver Street.
I remember mere moments of stillness when the traffic did stop for a light or for a pedestrian brave enough to cross through Continue reading
The veil slips over her face
and she enters the nether regions of her mind
Honesty seeps out
it has no where to hide.
In an attempt to…
a struggle ensues
the world watches
she ducks just one to many punches
and the weight
becomes more than
You can read more of my poetry here.
As human beings we search for connections, look for validation and adhere to the norm. Every now and then a new idea emerges from the masses taunting older symbols long since ingrained within the societal stigmata.
This idea softly floats about joining itself to others through the senses in both unconscious and conscious ways. Once spoken, programmed, written, drawn, painted, acted or cooked it is not but a dream no longer; it is reality.
And your reality is whatever you choose it to be.
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