“Tough love doesn’t work on people who are hurting!”
-The poetry bandit


Stuck in  quagmires
of emotion
she could not find
her way
out of the utterances
of pity
and things people say…

Sacred Journeys…

journey with grief

It’s like a freight train
in the darkness
hitting me at full speed…

in that moment,
a wound
that has to bleed…

It’s a fearful obsession,
an emptiness within,
as well as
a deep knowing,
it’s goose bumps
on my skin…

It’s the voice
of a tormentor
saying that he’s gone,
it only lasts
a second,
it’s the mystical beyond…

It’s unexplainable visits
when breathing in light,
it’s a deep knowing
that gets me
through the night…

It’s rainbows
boldly stretched
across azure skies,
it’s a change of direction,
unraveling the lies…

It’s a gentle banishment
of archaic beliefs,
a supernatural feeling,
a glorious release…

It’s a slow awakening
expanding the mind,
It’s everlasting kindness,
faith in the Divine…

It’s a visceral knowing
that he watches
over me,
It’s a sacred journey
A loving reverie…

Cosmic Dance…

art by l muri

I touched
the warm waters,
my heart was
in my hand… wading in the shallows
I felt the earth expand…
In the beauty
of that moment,
you were everywhere,
reminding me of
our cosmic dance,
freeing me of despair…
The waters lapped
my broken heart,
kissing me
with emotion…
I was one
with all
that was and is,
in a supernatural ocean…

Art by L. Muri…




I went down
to the river
to rewrite my vows,
with creation
beneath hallowed boughs…

I went there
to wash
my misgivings
the sweet waters flowed
into sentient spray…

And in the mists
of consuming
way down
in the shadows
my heart
was exposed…

In rivers
of mourning
I consented to the pain,
living waters
I will drink joy again…



“Whenever you should doubt your self-worth, remember the lotus flower. Even though it plunges to life from beneath the mud, it does not allow the dirt that surrounds it to affect its growth or beauty.”
― Suzy Kassem


words come
from pits of despair,
from stinking cesspools,
from marshy lairs…

beauty grows out
of darkened quags,
and flowers begin to bloom on lighter paths…

the lotus emerges from muddy pools,
inspiring a glow
like, recast jewels…

Art by Ally…
Sadly my Ziggy-Stardust cat changed worlds a year ago
but he continues to inspire me…

From the wellspring…

“In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

the sea

from the wellspring
of a broken heart,
death’s brutality
had torn me apart…
spilling divinity
from the wound,
where grief’s sinew
had been exhumed… And words
from the source,
making prose a holy force…
not my words
just pickings
from my bones…
where light had infiltration,
grace allows
to raise


She spoke with her eyes…

“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain
spoke with her eyes

She spoke
with her eyes
asking how I survived
this brutal demise…
and she read
the depths
of my pain
in words unexplained…
as grief broke from my lips
in convoluted scripts…
her kind conversation
was my ground
of liberation…

Art courtesy of Facebook