#19 A quiet assurance descends Into my room. I could talk of experience And teachers and the accumulation Of pioneers expertise But rather I want to say how calm it feels, To feel and to know, Not quite

#14 Unkempt in my apartment With dirty dishes pilling I roll over from sleep Grab my half smoked cigarette From last night and light it up. Drearily I amble to the bathroom And piss out long and yellow,

#13 I’m wary, A crumpled mass Amidst the decadence That precedes gout. An airborne allergen Recycling without end Back into my lungs, Ravaged by shaking beliefs And self-pitying agony That purees into

#12 I think to myself, Live and breathe poetry, Become poetry itself, Become truth and beauty personified For the sake only because Of a deep and encompassing love For truth and beauty. As an homage, A

#10 The fragile essence that lay intimately In my infancy had drifted off, Gone forever I thought, Lost in a tangle of broken memories Shadowed by disease. How naïve. The silent ember of immutable eternals

#5 New years day, A day spent with my mind, A silent contemplation Accented by music and dance. The smell of rosemary and thyme Fog up my apartment windows As potatoes boil, A practice in practicing. Advice

#2 I have been birthed and reborn A thousand times or more Each life bringing with it Pain and sorrow But also A little something more. In dying so many times My mind gets lost, But each time somehow My

Beginning a daily series where I post a poem a day from my second collection of poems "A Piece of the Breadcrumb Trail". I will take you through the entirety of the book day by day and hopefully

#85 Chamomile tea with some red lighting, The guitar man, closed eyes, explores eternity, A few clap, a four man band, Drums, sax, guitar, and keys, Like rain drops falling Building a running stream

#7 There have been remarkable women in my life as I collided through, tumbling down the hill. At times burning like a forest fire passing over a small village or coming softly and nigh but imperceptibly

#66 What it would be like to abandon myself to you, To meet you head on Melding conquest and submission. To take you, for a night, To satisfy you, To listen and trace your body, To give in to you, To let

Hello Steemit, my name is Mickey but I tend to go by Lyonrah (lee-own-rah) for my work and I'm super excited to jump into this budding community and share what I have with all of you! A little about me,