Liquid Life

Through it’s glass you see the world upside down

Or is it right side up

Half empty

Half full

Either way it has been tasted sipped and found to be mesmerizing or is it wanting

It sits here between you anyd me the only barrier I can see

I place it to my lips and take a sip of this liquid life you find so sweet and yet for me it is bitter and dry.

Give it time you said to me and it will become sweet

I have never been one to wait patiently…



There are many pools in this world.

Each pool holds many worlds.

And yet we still wonder why children jump in puddles.

Pedra Poet

She hides beneath pages of poetry.

Hoping no one will see the nightmare that is her reality.

Her words slither into your ears.

To hear is to be near.

To be near is to fear.

For when you look upon her.

A chance so rare one must dare.

A glimpse of pure beauty.


If she is looking at thee,

Then a great monstrosity is the last thing you will ever see

Before she slithers beneath the pages of her poetry.


As I walk across this land I can’t help but see the catastrophe embedded deep behind me.

They are a mark discarded and left behind with little to no thought given.

We were meant to tend, mend and bend these lands not break them.

More often than not though we cannot help but precede to take more than we need.

In our wake we leave behind a place that has only ever given and never takes.