Are they spring flowers?Fall flowers.Or the flowers long forgotten?Warmth spreads and then recedes…
Cherry trees wait for their plucking,red liquid drips down your face in feast,you are colour blind…
The automation. Limitless.Never tiring. So little and so much. So the more I do. The less I think. The…
A poem
When the stars land on the moon we will see through clarity,intentions of the Gods to populate with joy…
To say the old no longer care,oversimplifies. The smells,musty-sweet like death, lingerin our clothes and we can’t helpbut…
She lays on the bed, askew in silent joy.
Always near me, my protector.
And on the days when I get spun in knots.
Stinging, buzzing, whirlwind of thoughts.
I think of life — a blank pageall I do is read and the poems speak to me quietly.