Dancing Through Where The Flowers Grow


Dancing through where the flowers grow
Exiting through the darkness to escape
Kissing secrets no one can ever know
Headphones on, listening to vibes on tape


John Berendt



“Keep a diary, but don’t just list all the things you did during the day. Pick one incident and write it up as a brief vignette. Give it color, include quotes and dialogue, shape it like a story with a beginning, middle and end—as if it were a short story or an episode in a novel. It’s great practice. Do this while figuring out what you want to write a book about. The book may even emerge from within this running diary.”
― John Berendt

Do You Find It Difficult To Be Beautiful


Do you find it difficult to be beautiful
Are you hassled or looked down upon
Jealousy is a cruel infection to cure
Cast out as it’s own phenomenon
I’m no one of any consequence
Merely a gentleman admirer from afar
I hold no secrets or vials of love potion
I just know a person needs to be needed for who they are

Obvious Beauty


Obvious beauty
Being detailed
In current
Fashion Magazines
Physical presence
Whittled down 
there is no
For a
Broken heart 
no band-aid
For the soul 
All her
Earthly flaws 
which the
Striving perfection
stirring to
Find a voice all her own 
the world
Making grand decisions
On her behalf 
sliding her
Into their
Preconceived levels 
the judgments
Will not
Allow a
Real person
To grow 
this world
Will not
Allow her
To exist 
this society
Condemns her
For her beauty 
a physical trait
She cannot
a characteristic
Which should be
ends up making her
Feel stupid
& Worthless 
never in her life,
Did anyone see her soul
they only saw the beauty
& hated her
For it

*previously posted on former blog

Revealing Our Secrets


Revealing our secrets
Like what’s between the cushions
The skeletons come dancin’
Down in the groove: straight ambushin’
Shaking’ their bones in colorful Chucks
With nothin’ to hide in the light of the moon
Stripped of clothing & pretense; we’re all exposed
Together truthfully, finally singin’ the same sweet tune