Fire Under the Bridge

Voodoo Palms

Under the voodoo palms,

the air hums with secrets—

old magic curling like smoke

around the roots.

Every breeze is a whisper,

every shadow a warning,

every heartbeat a drum

calling something ancient

back to life.

Voodoo palms don’t just sway—

they watch.

They hold the heat,

the hush,

the half?truths you tried to bury.

Step beneath them

and the night leans in,

asking what you came to conjure

and what you’re ready to lose.

Fire Under the Bridge

There’s fire under the bridge— not the kind that burns it down, but the kind that whispers, “I’m not finished.” Heat in the hush, anger with a pulse, truth that crawls back up your spine and dares you to cross anyway.

Framed in Shadows I Never Cast

They tried to shape my story

from the grain of their own assumptions,

carving silhouettes in dark tones

and calling them truth.

 But I am not the shadow they sketched in haste.

I am the warm weight of sun?washed stone,

the steady pulse of earth beneath bare feet,

the quiet glow of something real.

  Their whispers never fit my edges.

Their frames were too small, too brittle,

too far from the texture of my becoming.

 I rise from their outlines

like light slipping through cedar branches—

soft, certain, uncontained.

 I walk in colors they never bothered to see,

in a brightness they could not name,

crafted from my own hands,

my own history,

my own truth.

 Let them keep their shadows.

I am made of something older,

something honest,

so...

Where’s Your Witness

Where’s your witness…

when the truth sits heavy

and the room grows still?

 Who saw the way you carried it,

the weight no one named,

the strength you never claimed aloud?

 Sometimes the only witness

is the echo of your own heartbeat—

steady, certain,

refusing to lie…

Where’s Your Witness...

when life carves its marks into you—

soft grooves, deep lines,

stories etched like grain in wood?

Maybe it’s the wind that knows,

or the ground beneath your feet,

or the quiet spirit inside you

that’s been keeping score

since the beginning.<...

Crumbled

I didn’t fall all at once—

I came apart in quiet ways,

edges softening,

strength slipping grain by grain.

 But even in the ruin,

There’s a truth I can’t ignore:

what crumbles

can clear the ground

for something stronger

to rise. a gentler kind of resilience.

Not broken—

just crumbled

Pass The Passion

Pass the passion like sunlight through branches— soft, warm, and meant to be carried.

Let your fire touch another soul, the way a flame kisses wick and suddenly there’s more light than before.

This is how we grow: one inspired heart igniting the next.

In My Blues

My blues have edges like river?worn stone,

Smoothed by the years, carved by the unknown.

But a glint found its way through the cracks in the hue,

A warm little spark in a world colored blue.

 It’s the whisper of healing, the start of a muse —

A moment of sunlight

In my blues.

Break in My Blues

There’s a crack in the quiet where the light slips through,

A soft little shimmer in the shade of my blue.

I’ve carried storms in my chest, thunder stitched in my seams,

But today there’s a pause — a breath — a shift in the dream.

 It’s small, but it’s honest, this bright, gentle bruise.

A promise that even the heaviest hearts

Find a break in their blues.

Life is a broken-wing

Cannot fly.” You will always find a way” wake up, for sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Let things go; for they are too heavy. Let go, tie no weights to your soul.” your fears scare you?

They're there to let you know that there is something out there worth flying for. For Life is a,....

Broken-wing, and dreams never die.

Your Pain can be relentless, it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something we could all do

Without, Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But also because of pain, you will feel the

Tenderness, and freedom of flying healed. It will feel like the wind against your face when you 

Spread your wings and fly.

Don’t be afraid of change. If you are secure on the branch that you are on, you will never

Know that there is such a thing as a sky, a beyond that which you can see in front of you.

Did Love You

Now, what do I say…. everything I had was placed into a man; at least I felt he was a man, a man I could love until. Well you know to him I say….

Did Love You

I loved you,

I loved you until the inner parts of my soul ached,

I loved you with the sight of a blind man,

I loved you through the darkness of loneliness.

I loved you in the belittlement of my pride,

I loved you so, that I walked through the fire of humiliation and endured the lashes of wagging tongues.

I loved you through the tears I cried when you silently said goodbye

I guess, I will always love you, until the flowers placed upon me, wither away in the wind.