Voices in My Head

Tender voice of reason

Humming soft below the din

Stay for one more sunrise

Lend your gentle touch

Gently sheath

The keen edge

Of my reckless dagger

 

 

Boasting beat of youth

Booming loud on fragile drum

Fiercely proud staccato

Cease your hammer strike!

Join in time

The subtle licks

Of my lyrical friend

 

 

Heartstrings heed gentle pluck

Make whole reverbing sound

Practiced rite of passage

Lead me to the door

Guide my hands

The lone instrument

Of my love’s calling  

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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