Craving

The yearning Twisted emotion Consumed all thought In the end Realizing The very thing I sought Was not at all What I wanted The yearning itself Is what I craved The sweet distraction From monotonous Existence That I had grown Oh so tired of ©2010 Jill Terry

Man of no Moon

He was a man of No moon No sun And no stars Just a man Soulless Unconscionable Wandering as if lost Staying his course Littering his path With pillaged souls Broken hearts ©2010 Jill Terry

Quote of the day

“Blow the dust off the clock. Your watches are behind the times. Throw open the heavy curtains which are so dear to you – you do not even suspect that the day has already dawned outside.” ~Alexander Solzehnitsyn

JUST BE

They wear their Sexuality A label on Their shirt Quite literally Unfortunately Unable to cultivate A true sense of self Individual identity Confusing duality Forced to choose A label To tell them Who they are Exalting to The world This is who I am When the world Should care less Refusing to judge Or accept

Free Willy

He had a strange Fascination With white silk Stockings Impressed With no one But himself Obsessed With his own Death Romanticizing Fantasizing Succeeding Tightly drawn Around his neck How I wish I hadn’t have Left them

Manifesting

Traveling by flight Alone in a dream High above the clouds Far from the sea To a field she came to land As the breath of a breeze Mist-shrouded forest surrounds Obscuring the castle keep Sensing his energy Vibrating at low frequency Underestimating his needs Born of pure wondering Searching for truth The whole of