Why does she waltz through the room exhaling her soul into notes accompanying music in the background? Waterfalls of hair cascade…
An owl white and wearyPerched proudly in the oak Surveying all that scampered…
Risingfrom thecharred embersof thatwhich usedto be,a fire burns,and yearnsto be seen.
How is itthat broken souls are the prettiest?Because we can fill the gapswith ourselves?Because…
The Masteris backonce again,no matterthe game,he willwin.
i love when i see the
Reminiscing, Grandad,on years gone by.One year on since the week you died.
Such endurance, the ground rumbles
Haughtily stand yours, can handle the truth
A hefty assurance
You get into what you allow, become a portrait and that will fix it,
You, Who can do
You, not me, not I
I know all, won’t do a damn thing, because I have all the diminutive advice
Cut anyone down who made a name, can only throw out blame,