Learning to Adjust to Life’s Adjustments

  …”Learning to Adjust to Life’s “adjustments” *********************** Over the last two months and my recent “diagnosis” of Fibromyalgia from my doctor, I’ve had to learn to “adjust.”… ..My mind is always going… I have idea after idea – and I want to do all of these ideas. I am always in “create mode.” The

Poetry: The Piano Magic

The Piano Magic ************************************* Hidden in the backstreets within the fog of downtown New York, sat the remains of an old abandoned theater. Whispers and laughs of the yesteryear hung heavy in the air. A lonely darkness with remnants of a forgotten energy danced throughout the atmosphere. Towards the front of the ole’ performance room,

Life on Pause: Waiting for the Magic

It is hard getting older… and those of you who are older than me – will tell me that I am still quite young and laugh at me – saying how I have so much life yet to live . Although, I will tell you- there are days that I feel much older than my

Dark Poetry:Master Illusionist of the Dark Realm

This poem is written after my friend and Gothic Horror Illusionist/Actor, Ron Fitzgerald.  http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0280377/   MASTER ILLUSIONIST of the DARK REALM Charming wicked delightful magician Mad illusionist laughing in the delight of his darkness. I dare you, stare into the deep glowing eyes of this creative master. He shall secretly bring you into a hypnotic