(‧⁂‧‧3‧little‧pains‧‧⁂‧)

2

December 15 by The Running Son

http://letterfrombritain.com/2013/02/16/norman-carvings/

“Snakes, south door” Church of St.Mary & St.David, Herefordshire – click4source

 

 

(‧⁂‧3littlepains‧‧⁂‧)

 

Octaves churn dissonant
before resolving
complete.

‧‧‧

Crying children suffer
before growing
new teeth.

‧‧‧

Snakes shed, naked
as sin–before
glistening.

‧‧‧

https://taniamarieartist.wordpress.com/tag/snake-skin-symbolism/

click4source

by Jim Aldrich

©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

About these ads

2 thoughts on “(‧⁂‧‧3‧little‧pains‧‧⁂‧)

  1. Oloriel says:

    These are very powerfull and heartfelt, Jim.

♫ Talk to Jim...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

RFB editor Jim Aldrich, Joshua Tree CA 2013

RunningSon aka Jim Aldrich, Joshua Tree CA 2013 | This site is dedicated with the deepest gratitude to Dr. Cláudio Naranjo, whose writings gave me life.

  • 70,558 souls hit the RFB

Click to Follow the RFB!

Join 931 other followers

Some RFB Followers…

Flag Counter
via GiantGag.com

Killing time just got a lot funnier !

UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s)

by po'E.T. and the colors of pi

The shadows of a dream

Words walking the tightrope from functionality to versification.

Petals Unfolding

The Embrace of Love ~

Walkingtomydreams13

Happy.free.confused.scared

galaktikapoetikeatunis

A topnotch WordPress.com site

forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours

The Mirror Obscura

Poetry, Musings and Sightings from the other side of the mirror's surface

annamosca

Just another WordPress.com site

Bilder

Ein schöner Tag - wenn er zu Ende geht, ist nichts mehr, wie es war...

realtalented

Im here to expose true talent

phillymanjim's Blog

Poetry, Musings, Photographs

Never Quite Broken

What you did not build up, you cannot tear down.

Blog It or Lose It!

Keeping my brain from turning into oatmeal...

Eli Glasman

Blog of Australian author Eli Glasman

The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Here and now, with all of it.

JamesRadcliffe.com

James Radcliffe, Musician. Music, Blog, Pictures, Live, News...

Spiritbath

Viral stuff to awaken your spirit

Tania Marie's Blog

Creating Life as a Work of Art

Sean Bidd

Nomadic & transient tales, with the occasional short piece of chaos.

belsbror

Like it or not, it's already written, my way.

papermashed

Nurturing the creative within.

Smuggling Bay

About expression

leather green gargoyle

what I hear, what I read, what I write

Gray Poet

Just a place to express my poems.

The Tophat Raven

A Literature & Art Magazine

howanxious

words that extend to the clouds, rooted in real grounds

sharkouni

The greatest WordPress.com site in all the land!

Mr.Sahrul Santri

SaSatorial_SahrulSantriTutorial

Notes on a Spanish Valley

Award-winning blog - Living in rural Andalucia

greenlightlady

As a still lake reflects creation, so may our hearts reflect the Creator's glory.

idealisticrebel

Women's Issues, Creativity & Spirituality

Andy Kaufman's Kavalkade Krew Featuring The Wandering Poet

Shining the Light on Hate Speech, Racism, Homophobia, etc. on City Data Forum. With Poetry, Musical Parodies, Music Videos, Social & Political Commentary, Humor & Reviews

intotheindigo

My muse's quiet amusement

The Bully Pulpit

(n): An office or position that provides its occupant with an outstanding opportunity to speak out on any issue.

Poemotherapi Shoppe

"Oh How Art Thou Love Of Poetry"

hammerwerk

light_and_shadow

xandrablackprime

intellectual stimulation streams of consciousness rambling are you fucking kidding me ranting some questions need answering curiosity ever expanding snarky put your coffee down laughing continuous conversation

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

The Sanctuary of My Heart

Words From My Heart to Yours

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙

we were born naked onto the page of existence; with nothing but the pen of our soul to write ourselves into eternal ecstasy ~ DreamingBear Baraka Kanaan

Traces of the Soul

Whispering Insights of this and that, then and here.

"we'll never be royals."

Small artists with big potential and lots of cliché.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 931 other followers

%d bloggers like this: