WE RIDE
Originally posted on Mantra:
We ride on the backs and breast of those that have come before On ancestor’s shoulders…
The Lie
Please..just let me be tonight. Whatever my offense..hold me fault tomorrow . I need my rest tonight. Please. Consciousness shakes … Continue Reading The Lie
This Is A Stick Up!
Originally posted on Mantra:
Image Credit: Ron English I want the American Dream: Clean, Pristine, and Green! Give me a…
The Quilt
Last Night, I sewed a Quilt for you Last Night, I stitched over 360 patterns for you Last Night, I … Continue Reading The Quilt
Loner
I sit alone… In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and the colors of rust and Ambrosia. I sit on the … Continue Reading Loner
My Belly
Dare I say that I love my belly… “I love my Belly..” Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I … Continue Reading My Belly
Silly Little Fishy
Silly Little Fishy Out the tank you leaped..ignorant and deaf buck eyed and free Thirsty for more..bigger, deeper, seas. Hungry … Continue Reading Silly Little Fishy
Make Every Day Count
Inspiration from my dear friend, Larry Conley. He is definitely worth the read…visit his blog; The Trumpet Summons
RED DOOR
Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped and black. Unashamed and free They all scuffle through A … Continue Reading RED DOOR
STUCK
never meant for you to stay…But, you have.
PHOTO
Lightening stretched across the sky and beamed through the curtains.. Twilight slept upon my dreary face.. Fallen shoulders lie on … Continue Reading PHOTO
