Kiss the Earth

Kiss the Earth is a collection of poetry, prose, and photography about finding peace within one's self, perseverance through adversity, and reverence for all that surrounds. Available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, and everywhere else books are sold.

stand tall. our spines were not designed for slouching. we are embodiments of infinite potential, bodies born to defy expectations, a sunrise to a dying night, a rogue tide to a splitting sea. let the clouds spill around your lack of obedience to gravity’s commands that you should sit down and play small. stand tall.

you once spoke to me with a touch. it was the most beautiful silence i ever heard.

snow-winged bodies separate across the rippled waters with dreams to reunite around the purlieu of their feathered necks. these wings fly with wistful fervor, ushered by the conspiring winds outré. for those enamored by the eyes of another, even tomorrow seems too far away.

i wish i knew you when your wave crashed upon the shore, so i could be the drift of sand that you secured into the sea evermore.

experience infinity. transcend your senses. shatter the shackles of consequences, for those who truly live never really die. be the one fish who swims through the sky.

i have died many deaths only to awake again with each sunrise. yet still so long it took me to learn that permanence is nothing but a daydream. and if i am to arise again to another morning, let it be with gratitude. i pray, let it be with gratitude...

go on. gaze into the eyes of another. do you not see yourself reflected back in them?

hidden within our third eye lays the answer to every question, the calm to every storm, and the light to its own darkness. break through. let go. fall in. from the collision comes the escape.

and so, you see my love, even though there is a schism between us that we cannot seem to mend, there is a blossom promised by the change of seasons – as the tilt of the earth is certain to portend. closer still we are forever to each other than we are to all that surrounds, for beneath the surface we drink from the same swallow – entwined by the tangled roots from which we ground...

mediocre minds will always spit malice in the face of your greatness. marring the image of you is far easier than reflecting on the myriad of ways they failed themselves.