local city poet. spiritual hobo. chocolates & cookies. designer.
Like-minded bedroom poets
Where we bonded over heartbreak poems
Likes I’ve minded over poems
Where tortured souls called ourselves poets
The word holds a heavy meaning, as our roles evolved as persons in this society. Or did our roles evolved us? So what is the root meaning of our existence. Is it part of co-existing that shaped us the way we are, or do we have an authentic cause that moved us in our ways? To what degree of authenticity…