Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Limbo Under Leaves of Green

Singing> Limbo under leaves of Green
Under blue skies and dreams

Felt your touch in the breeze
Made my heart stop to sing

Limbo under leaves of green
Under blue skies and dreams

Felt your touch in the breeze
Made my heart stop to sing

Limbo under leaves of green.........Felt your touch in the breeze

Monday, September 26, 2005

Wake Up!

Strolling through the hollow the rain began to fall ... I could hear each raindrop to my heart a call..Wake up! said the mountains beyond the tree tops green...
listen to your heart, listen to it sing.Wake up! in the morning.. Wake up! in the night.. wake up in a dream holding you tight.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Sun on a rainy day !

How many storms have yet to find their way?... how many raindrops have fallen through the day?..... How many stories have yet to be told?.How many answers have yet to unfold?

Each storm is awake up, how vulnerable are we... The raindrops hold the secrets of many lives and many dreams. Endless are the stories ...there's alway one more path and the answers lay before us fragile like weathered glass. ~~~~~~~



Sentenced to life ..... I am breaking free! I can see the tree tops that crest the sky of blue. I can the see the river it winds beyond the mountains hue. I can feel the wind gently lift my soul ..... Hold my hand and journey long... goodbye lily pond .

Don't ya weep Mr Willow tree ... seeded in your branches are apart of me. Ya have to let me go... just like your branches need to grow. I visioned beyond the evergreens a world more then mountain and trees. .. hold my hand and journey long.... goodbye lily pond.

Thursday, September 15, 2005


If there is one lesson that has indeed been the most valuable in life, that which teaches and holds most answers .... Is the old adage that a "ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure" I believe this holds true to all aspects of our life .That does not mean that we don't take chances in life, but that we review our own conscience and the simple moral of right and wrong. From the simplicity of birth to the learning stages of life. Unfortunately experience comes with very difficult lessons and it is not until you are forced to open your eyes that you find the answers were always right in front of you.

Rose Colored Glasses..... I have been here before.
That with which I have drawn most of my experiences from seats comfortably with the 10 yr old child within who dares not to let go. The complexity of the multi- personalities that form are from the hunger within that strives to grow and experience life. Structured to contain the physical ,my spirit takes flight . A separate entity grasp beyond to accept the reality and mold it into the dreams of tomorrow.

Autumn leaves are falling , bedding on the ground.

shhh... a silent whisper, each leaf a story found.


Break the silence ........and listen to your heart ..

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Train hummed...

The train hummed along the tracks. Soothed the soul and took me back,to yesterday where dreams meshed with memory.

The fog lifting from the early morning left the pond glazed in a crystal mirror image. The reflections that transpired blended the rising sun with a single image. Alone I stood, mesmerized by the suns reflection on the window of time..Recapturing days shared a single tear had fallen upon the water, ringlets began to form becoming larger as the waters welcomed the dance of movement. A shiver weaved its way through my body.The silence questioned the choices. Are the answers as transparent at the shallowness of water that lie at the end of the pond or do they linger deeper within like the center depth that fails to reflect that which remains hidden?

Saturday, September 03, 2005

The Right to Dream

Fight say I!

Restraint has captured body and holds it in the hollow.
Fight say I! Fight say I! I simply will not follow .
My heart has felt the love and my soul has risen free
and In the darkness of the night I still have the right
to dream.