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Early I find you, My Joy withers with thirst  Where have you gone  Very life of my being? My heart is caged  Yours, an old unknown stone.

Too Dark a Light

Words unexpressed like millions of seeds lost to the wind teem in my mind. Whirling against the portal of a black hole, it’s gravity overcoming all resistance. Images in Blazing Colors like flashbacks seer seams of striating lost hope on the blank canvas. Picking up the brush from it’s jar would take the strength of…

Harbingers of Change

Buttered omens washed in powered pollen Harbingers of Autumn Turning the season in secret Joy

Shape Shifters

A hoodwink captured Lens exception An axiom is shattered   “The camera never lies.” photo by author…


TV adds early morning ravaging my brain Turn it off and think Finding my center does not come easily

A Grief of Joy

Whispers In loud hushes Breathe relief Fragrant soul sounds of Holiness


Where I go myself follows. Id and ego, even being drizzles away. I am unseen even in shadow of the sun.   How do I prove or set value for or in a disappearing self? I cannot walk away even though I am not. Is it  then cowardess or hubris?   Oh Light of the…

Psycho Ceutical Phases

OBrain rolls on radio waves speaking into silent space. Harbingers of darkness long forgotten in capsules laced With super-sonic powers sent from some elaborate office Space. And lost time I once remembered  Original Art by Steven White Cayce, South Carolina

Canticle II

My soul thirsts for the living God. The deer seeks out water brooks. My most inner self longs for you, thirsts for the living God. His mountains of stone like Him stand. His rapids and floods cover… Source: Canticle II