Early Release Announcement!

Hey friends!

Thank you so much for keeping up with my writing! I’m excited to announce that in addition to my writing, I’m going to start working on getting my artwork out there. I’m re-starting my Etsy, with more variety this time, and the early release items are up! Everything is only available in a digital print currently, but regular prints will be available soon!

Please check me out on Etsy! EtherealAspirations


There's too much

There’s too much in my heart now,
I feel that muchess coming on,
An explosion of emotion denied
Emerging to consume me in black pitch

I grieve intensely at watching news
Other’s misfortune tearing me apart,
I laugh heartily at silly sitcoms
Like they are as funny as they think they are.

It always happens, its happening now
I panic, as life begins again
The fear returns of all of life,
And while I remember all of the advice…

Well every word against every drug grows clear
And I stare them in the face and do it anyway
Maybe nothing that would make me look bad
But killing myself and soul in every little way

And I wonder how to get out of this destructive cycle
Or is this what it means to be a fallen me
Maybe we always must deal with this nature
That asks us to destroy ourselves in night

Stoop So Low

It was dawning dusk when the milky way
Spilled out upon the grand mountains that play
The melody of sunset just now passed
And leave naught but ebbing glow for the last.

And as she had watched the sunset back then,
She waited to see what morning could send,
But those who don’t cry under that spilled milk
Are only the ones spun closed in iron silk.

As time passed by she knew the dusk would end,
The night would come, small flame her eyes to lend,
And it would fade to neverending bliss
When one set still for the all-in Maker’s kiss.

It’s Beautiful, Tom

She  opened her eyes wide and melted
Into the beauty of her treasured life.
“It’s beautiful, Tom.” she said,  “Full of love!”
The lines forbade him forgetting himself.
He was a painter of the cherished home.
One who watched the charmed life of the village,
And his sorrow melded into tenderness.
A hymn to the small ones of the hidden,
To their simple life of quiet countryhood.
The ballad could have been the woe and rage
Of one who bore the cross of mother’s pain,
But instead he sighed  into joyous praise.
May each of us be one who brings this spell
From every woe however nigh to Hell.

A Poem About A Car

Each day she resisted, hes’tant to wake
She snapped to work only minutes later,
And jumped to do my commanding will,
But something in her longed to remain still.

I was tender with her burden a while
Lovingly urging her forward from rest,
But in the time I treated her gently
Violence surged within her body quietly.

It tore through her every move and motion
Bidding her stop, resist the days new pull,
But not until today was I required
To stop, and softly come in and inquire.

What is wrong my dearest, sweetest child?
You work so hard to breathe as I demand
But something tears you within your deepest
For that check engine light for help insists.

And so very tenderly I checked her
For what signs of mortal violence were wreaked
And in time it seemed oil was all she needed
Before her pain was healed, though so deep-seated.

So I turned from One before who came here
Demanding I succumb to His dread knife,
And seek help for overwhelming sorrow
So that perhaps I could run tomorrow.

All Above(A Soft Sweet Love)

Wisps of clouds bud orange, blue, white,
Here are soft layers that fly
They stretch below me, soft love below me in the sky,
Fading, misting, my window to the lights.

Twinkling tales of lives below the night,
A house, men’s work-a-day, everyday jobsite
A sole, tall steady one, standing tall and bright
It must be of great import, this one great light.

Fields upon fields spread dark like the night
Hiding who knows the kinds and forms of life
Trees perhaps, and creeks, may be scarcely out of sight
In a darkness not of evil, peaceful dark of night.

Ascend again, look to the sky above the night
Dark blue fades, day nears twilight,
Soon a star will twinkle in the night
Mother Goose rhyming her ode to stars so bright.

Yet on such a one, peaceful night
Love of Him whispering to the seeker’s sight
It is missed by some, the many who are blind,
This soft sweet love of a winter’s twilight.

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