My Raw Unscripted Life

The Same Language, Different Tongues

I see the map you’re holding out to me,The one drawn in the ink of ancient…
The Boiling Point

We started in the stratosphere, a high-bandwidth spark,Mapping out a future and dancing in the dark.Intellect…
The Map to You

I’m clearing out the corners, I am making designated space,For the one who brings the stillness…
Sun Rug

I wanted the sun. Not a square.Not a compromise.Not the muted version that almost felt rightif…
The Loom of the Day

The sun began with the sound of your name,A morning spark, a gentle flame.Before the rush,…
He’s Still My Dad

I sign my name in permanent ink.I carry the keys, the clock, the burden.I am fluent…
The Loss of The Picture

You stand here eyes wide and unblinkingsurveying the wreckage of a dreamand the fact that you…
The Wait

It is not a lack of visionor a heart that’s lost its way.It is the nervous…
The Quiet Green Light

The signal was not a frantic spark,nor the sharp, jagged edge of a plea.It wasn’t a…
The Upward Spiral

You are not retreating; you are weaving a soul,A circle that’s moving toward making you whole.It…