Author: Greg Campisi

We have to reach out before we raise ourselves up Sometimes in worrying how far to go, we forget how far we’ve comeSometimes we move forward, not knowing where we are from If we cling to the…

A ship wakes in the dark nighton a lonely and disturbed searocking to and fro heading into vastness It follows a light in the distance high aboveA faint glimmer in the midnight skyshedding enough luminescence to gain a bearing…

Protective, hard, and clinkingI am weighed down by my armor, slowly sinkingI draw the sword of my mouthraging forthrazor sharp, biting, cutting, and stingingI defend my honor and my ego I stand there…

I step across the midnight clearand all the world's fears disappearas the crack of dawn breaks through the earthand the light of life comes pouring forththe last drop of sorrow comes raining downand I wipe it from my shining…

My father told of his fatherand how things were then.He talked of what "hard" was,what controlling was,what growing up really was,when there was little signs of love or affection. He told of his…

I stand at the highest point of the highest cliff.I know I must go forward, but my legs are stiff.I look for the other side, but it does not take form. At the edge of the abyss…

It begins as a soft glow;a whisper of the coming winds.It takes root and begins to spread.Reaching out, it takes form,like the breath of life from a newborn. A spark emerges, and a consciousness awakens.A cry in the dark screams…

I lie in the shadows of the Light.I am asleep at day and awake at night.My eyes are open, yet I am blind.I look at my watch, but  there is no time.I am surrounded by Light but I…