I am a unique spirit. Life is complex. Yet it is so fascinating in the dark moments as well as the brighter ones.
Since I was a child, writing enthralled me. I would (and still do!) sit for hours with a pen and lined paper and write about anything and everything.
+ more bio informationAnd so it goes in moments of timeas the seconds ticked away and life came full circleas the months flew byuntil December reached its eternal end.Or a beginning of sorts,spent in revered prayer as thedawn of a year erupts as the hands strike twelvenever stopping to wait or waste a momentas the new day is ushered in with champa... More..
RedemptionCries in wilds of the heart,of utter despair and disillusionmentwith a world wrapped up in monetary aimsthat be still the reality of finance before favorThe price-tag of love knows no bounds,and yet the persistence of hard-earned moneycrept narrowly into the horizonand I needed to walk away.Held in my arms was my ho... More..
My HomeInner City battles the glorious glass buildingsthat soar to the sky with ultimate ease,This is New York City and it isn't just glamorous Manhattanif you please.The Big Apple moves forward with monetary wealthof glitter and glamor and the transactions of Wall Street,but this is not all that our City is,ask any real New ... More..
Alone AgainAlone Again to ponder the pitiful perchance of a lifespent wondering away the past pretenses and perhapstimes of yesteryearwhen I was oh so very young.Alone among people and yet solitudein a room of crowdswho dare to lives their livesin the present and fear notthe fates that await them today.I once had time and you... More..
PerchancePerchance to dance the winding woods of childhoodin the fragrant afternoons of lush longings to be olderwiser in ways and with the enthusiasm to create laughter in the windoh, but a dream upon wings of the butterfly that flutters forever free.Oh so long ago in yellowed photos of a time it wasof the turbulent 1960's w... More..
SkeletonsLook inside the deepest edges of the life without a soul,that which is all together as one, but never quite whole.Look deep inside empty eyes that have seen too much loss,stolen from their hearts by shear force.Look at hopes taken from their arms and given away,to those who can well afford to have their say.Years of ... More..
Growing UpTake my hand and walk with medown the paths so you will seethe hopes and dreams I wish to beTake my hand and set me free.I share with you my deepest thoughtsof a merry-go-round childhoodspent by the ocean and the endless boardwalkthat seemed to speak a language of survival.Take my hand and dance a bithold me close a... More..
Dear Universewith endless stars and gravityof the ages,how can I describeyour beauty and perfectionupon mere paper pages?I look up at the sky each dayand wonder quite out-loud,the infinity of life itselfand how you make us proud.You are all our tomorrowsand all that we can be,you are all our clouds and wind-storms,you are our... More..
Inner ReflectionI pass the mirror and look awayfrom the old woman that looks back at me on this dayand close my eyes and tend to life,for I am alone, you see, no one calls me his wife.I think that I am still that young girl,who would dance at will with her hair in a curland all the time to prove the best,yet in the scheme of ... More..
GloomTattered remnants of a life spentin total fascination with horizonsthat never became realityfor a poet's heart is never totally satisfied.The pen writes images in passionate colorsof plum and sky blueand life, alas islived in typical shades of grayagainst sunless cloudsthat fade to nothing more than memories.All that cou... More..
Kelly Steier
Brooklyn, New York US
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