mysticgmekeepr : Writing

Whales Tears

Whales Tears

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


I have seen the white whale rise in splendor, up out of the brackish waters of the inlet, just beyond the deceptive mud flats of my fears. Sensed..
An Intimate Exchange of Grief

An Intimate Exchange of Grief

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


You are speaking to me from the quaking O in your face. Like a fall aspen in quivering dance with a breath of air, your syllables take my hand ..
A Past December

A Past December

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


Why didn’t you tell me that I would never be enough. That no matter what I did or gave or how much I turned myself inside out It wouldn&..
With A Fistful of Pearls

With A Fistful of Pearls

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


aren't I too old now for the unchartered depths? surely I would succumb to the bends at this stage. aren't I too tired really, to venture where ..
View From The Dark Side of The Moon

View From The Dark Side of The Moon

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


I see the moon too, but I see it tonight from the side that is dark. Where there is just black moss and old ebony bark and my foot is stuck ..
Mere Milliseconds

Mere Milliseconds

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


Funny how the fabric of ones life can be torn so swiftly with the turning of a moment; the ticking of mere milliseconds, a breath inhaled full..
San Andreas Shaking

San Andreas Shaking

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


Reality is often so powerful it shakes us to our very core, and alters our terrain forever
Fury Of Secrecy

Fury Of Secrecy

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


This poem has an angrier edge than most of my writing. Truth is its probably more about disappointment than anger, and we know we are only disappointe..
Mysterious connections

Mysterious connections

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


Long ago you told me of the New Orleans nights; The Bourbon Street Blues and the dark corner Of an empty French Quarter bar at 4:00am. You told..
Mommy Dearest

Mommy Dearest

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr


You have been gone 30 plus years. But I can run my fingers over the ridges of memory and you are still a palpable contradiction. My mind holds..