Poetry: The Wick by Liam Circling the flame Fascinated by its murderous conflagration. It’s energy draws me helplessly to you Hotter deeper closer stronger We encapsulate the idea of intimacy Although we are insignificantly erotic, we are magnificently emotional Still the pull is profound Heat draws heat Why do I burn? Why is the perfume…
Poetry: A Walk in the Park by Liam Then, when I was no longer searching My gaze no longer looking to find you This heart centered energy Reverberated, opened and flew To the breeze left by a simple smile Yours on a bench, In a park, just before dark Alone your posture gave me joy,…
Poetry: The Sculpture by Liam With life’s chisel in my hand It’s destiny while I carving stand Create each moment, of each day done Chip Chip Chip The sculptured me, forms the way This world with which, life looks upon and finds An artist’s born, let’s adorn the day With whom we create, let’s state…
Poetry: Gnosis by Liam Thirsting Seeing Finding Your face next to mine In still waters Where alone your reflection becomes mine With the moon bright I’ll pour your light into my life Refreshing my soul Quenching my need Filling up this seeker Gnosis Beautifully reveals itself in the solitude of nothingness. Share FacebookTwitterLinkedinemailPrint
Poetry: The Light of Christmas by Liam Many, the stars at night have been Yet on this night, so bright was seen A star ⭐️, a stable, manger small Which shone from him, down to us all The Shepard’s, Kings and those too who hear A lamb was born from God on high A babe…
