I am overwhelmed by my own worthlessness.

Cranberry Magic Nights

Come walk with me in misty Time,
On Cranberry Isle by the Shining Sea.
The everyday World will morph sublime,
While a spotty dog dances down a path of mine.

Mushrooms dance in the moonlit breeze-
Ferns nod in other-worldly knowing.
Woodsprites gather round our knees,
To guide our greeny ghostly going.

Talking deer lie under breathing trees,
Sipping nectar from the leaves.
Painted birds sway and dance in lines-
twittering secrets in nursery rhymes.

A mossy patch on a fallen tree
Is as strange as any flower
In Rouseau's jungle bower-
"Infinity lives in a grain of sand-
And Eternity in an hour."

We are two flickering lights on a Wine Dark Sea-
Melded Minds wade barefoot in reality
Our souls adrift in crystal clear Tranquility-
The World evolves into a Universal "We".

So sit with me in the interstices
Of Silence and slow Time,
Wade barefoot in Reality,
On Cranberry Isle by the Shining sea


~Unknown: (Assumed Paul Liebow)

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st.
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets.
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime;
Oh, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time. Despite thy wrong
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 19

I have wandered the dark valleys
I have seen the lonely shores
I have been broken
I already died.

The moon on the snow tonight was much more comforting than you were.

I awoke to a new dawn.
I smelled cinnamon and roses.
I knew you were gone.

What is it that you want from me?
I think you should know.

My bitterness overwhelms me sometimes.