30 Poems in 30 Days

Have you ever wanted to try writing poetry? Join in this event writing 30 poems in 30 days and watch your poetry prowess emerge.

Leave a comment

foul out


“The bottom of yummy is a long way down.”
On the other side of whatever we’re avoiding is the lovely freedom we gain from no longer avoiding it. And, there’s more!

Originally posted on Life as Improv:

More so than bliss,
follow the scent of something off
wrong, disgusting, foul,

phey, phew, phuck, phlulahlah…
what is rotten in your denmark?
don’t turn away.
Some little wrongness
can be just the thing to snag a thread
of you.
Then as you go about your day,
you will be unwinding the stitching
of you –
who can’t watch the world without a running commentary,
who separate all you see into piles
of good for you


not good for you


You can splurge into the good

until you see that nothing’s there,

but that may take a while

because the bottom of yummy is a long way down.

Inhale the stink until what is not so good

makes you soften into love.

Ready now, you can

dive into the nothing

until you begin to crave embody the stillness

already embedded in everything.

Upon your covered entrance

View original 46 more words

Leave a comment

dreaming bigger


Dream bigger, and live bigger. The universe has enough space.

Originally posted on Sirena Tales:

the universe keeps sending messages:

dream bigger

missing it at first

–heck, for a thousand times–

attending now



what would that look like?

the message surges

azure waves:

dream bigger~

dream bigger~

dream bigger~

hey, over here

what are we missing?

how to expand?

the universe keeps sending messages:

dream bigger

dream bigger




View original

1 Comment

When all the wisdoms voices, stopped talking

And I lost all context and meaning for my life,

understanding was a body posture, not a mental activity.–And fear, sadness

they too

paused their incessant cautioning.

not too concerned, with whether something was known

or unknown, feeble or demented.

All universities were forced to close,

as were many religious institutions who placed their emphasis

on scholastic knowledge and debate.

what do we orient to?

now that our books are empty,

too long dependent on others views and thinking–

as if truth can be gotten

then forgotten.

Leave a comment


Vapid. The temperature of the gods.

and I am hungry again, asking for your attention.

but I want freedom,

I want to free others

don’t box me in with your institutions

your forms and rules.

There is no shape for the human being

no color, no voice, no name.

what you see before you appears greatly

organized, planned, and perfectly executed.

perhaps this is true,

but equally so

is one massive disaster,

folding into another.

Hopeless, maybe.

but oh, the possibility

to subtract everything

from itself, and then divide.

innumerable infinity

so sweet,

you’ll have to share.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 106 other followers