Because your touch feels like love and your tickle feels like romance and your gaze….. your gaze leaves me in a trance your hands through my hair is bliss and you kiss, much like your fingertips- electricity you please me with your existence you tease me with your authenticity sensibly, I’m sensitive and our arrangement … More Spirits intertwined
At what point do you consider poverty in America to be a serious condition? When a few drunk stragglers rise with daybreak, to meet you with the onset of traffic at 8 a.m.? Or is it when you see the misguided walking around barefoot and misfitted in late October, with the accumulation of only the … More Blankets of poverty: Atlanta
Identifiably a free spirit no ties to anything relevant can’t find semblance to make sense of it unspoken rationale breaks me down in minuscule ideas to follow the possibilities, though without thought, never seem to fall shallow not tied to any place or thing most call it wanderlust others simply lost me- utter chaos the inability … More A truly free spirit
Sitting, cross- legged and feet- tucked, in the seat at my desk, leaned back and exhaling my boredom away, I remember the things that I forget to remember, and make another list of things “to-do” with my life. The list only seems to get longer, while the check marks drown out in scarcity. Travel to France? Paint my … More If you want to start something, you’ve gotta start somewhere….
Preemptive suggestions bar out unfriendly questioning Sought to reveal the essence of change amidst the air Unwholesome and doubtedly When did truth become rare?
Pristine, angelic the heavens never told a mistruth the stars never led a wandering soul astray written in the ashes of the night- you were always mine crystallized fragments of beauty swept into the voracious currents One with the universe the footprints only a fond memory now, as more are to be created The sun’s energy … More Accepting what is destined
And it’s the A.M. My mind’s slaying dragons right now with the pace of the prodigious, to the virgin eye of the mind’s mind comfort finds it’s keepers only at this night’s time the ones who hold the blinds open longer than the sun shines my idiosyncrasies nude in the flesh of the night and … More My sweet dream
So bluntly sincere.... 