Walk away from me So I can see you Hands of a lover or do they smother My soul seems blurry   Walk away from me So we can get closer I need to breathe In order to feel   Walk away from me…

If I bring you the whole bush It’ll be a chill time But I know better now I hope you like these flowers Words are fun to write Here is where it starts Words are out of sight Picking them took hours I’ll bring you…

I lay asleep at night, wondering, in a daze, wishing for some Lemon Haze. To take away the pain, to finally let me spend my nights away. Away in place with no bothers or worries! A place it feels like I have been for days.

Beautifully amazing She questions herself Her guiding light Should she shine it   In her glory, truly being She finds her worthy Stumbling around Spinning round   Transmitting Her darkness, into light Turning it ~ Inside out

I hope you can forgive a devious sense of humor which can, or will delight in that lovely presence, now, if only you remember us two fools grinning. And while we are grinning I hope you’ll forgive that I can remember your own gentle humor…

“Write a poem from the inside out.” From the Inside Out By Patricia Harris Hiding, Anxious about what is seen. Staring, Through the curtains again. Knowing, That I must go out and be seen.   Lifting, My head up, Holding, My hands out. Starting, My…

8/5/17 12:11pm Marrow You sucked out all my marrow from my narrow frame and replaced it with the same liquid guilt that fuels you. If only forgiveness could be intravenous then maybe you’d be able to move on too.

The sun is high Warmth beams down Day half done and half not made When it was early So much unknown Mystery thrills Memories yet made And when it’s late Hope for a story Better shared than kept

Was the Jabberwock Looking for a great battle? Or . . . “wrong place, wrong time?”

Pulsing, throbbing rushing, shaking Fear of feeling Fear of breaking Oh, my soul No rest, no ease Walls, they crumble with each beat