“I’m going to die.”
She said it so matter-of-factly, looking into my eyes, no sign of distress on her face. I studied…
Strawberry fields, untethered by fear, absolution of convoluted minds, hands that touch with uncertainty;love that is…
I watered the souland it bloomed — the flowers began toemerge from their buds,spreading through the empty space.My roots…
Sacred jails with no locks,bars coated in fear,forced to face the other prisonersas they babble on aboutthe never-ending nuancesthey…
Here,Before the dawning sunPiercing past the bare limbsOf Sacred Guardian treesOf horizon.
Hey Baby
The world’s open to me