My Brother Seymour Merchant writes poetry like no one else I know. I will use a thousand words to describe a single event. He uses one word to tell you about a thousand things. Here are a few of his thoughts. Let him know what you think by subscribing below using the link. Subscribe Here Temporal Limitations Temporal limitations crush my spirit, My soul`s desire to defy this limit. I yearn to see Love, embracing Earth, Venus and Mars. To see our seed scattered across the star

Greetings You’ve probably gathered from my last post that I am supposed to be writing a book with the rather grand title "Rhythms Of My Life". However, I have been stuck in stasis, that place of motionlessness for such a long time, I am beginning to wonder if I will ever finish this book! I have done 50,000 words and the creative pool from which all my words come, seem to have run out and I cannot find another pool to dive into. I know the ideas will return, maybe I am being

I Know It's Hard..But.. It Really Would Be Nice If You Just Went With The Flow To Let Your Insecurities Go To Sleep As Not All Problems Will Cause You Woe It Really Would Be Nice To Take Life As It Comes To See Yourself As Part Of The Jigsaw Created By Mother Nature's Womb It Really Would Be Nice It Really Would Be Nice If Life Was Just A Slow..Slow Dream Which Went Exactly As You Planned Or You Could Get Off In Midstream It Really Would Be Nice If Your Lover's Realities Were

I Sat There Probing Resolutely Behind The Elaborate Protection Of A Feather Tough Mind What I Finally Perused Made No Initial Sense What Stared Back At Me Was Virginal Innocence I Must Say At First I Was Really Bemused Then Fear Hit Me At How Easily This Mind Could Be Used With A Body So Strong And A Mind So Lethargic In The Wrong Hands The Results Could Be Tragic The Mind Said It Didn’t Really Like To Think Because It Could Never Really See The Link Between Analysing What Th