He stands on a mountain, a mountain in Russia, in Russia where they found the cancer, the cancer that took away his ability to stand to stand on a mountain, ever again.

mimicking life animating its action producing endless wonders exciting relevance in every session alluring life ‘s challenge endearment of a spirit resonating in writing ever passionately manifesting withstanding all trials that lies ahead standing firm in all these circumstances  

If the house ever caught fire (knock on wood) and there was only one thing I could grab before the smoke was too thick to breathe, I would stand, petrified, in awe of how precious every single thing appeared to a heart I thought jaded.

I’m pacing outside the door. I want to go in but I can’t. I know it’s unlocked. I know I’m invited.   I choose to perch on the railing instead close my eyes, and imagine…   Your skin must be so soft and when it…

When I close my eyes. I can feel your warm breath . All over my soft body. Your warm soft kisses. On my lips . Your gentle hands caress me closer. Too your body where I can feel your. Breath on my soft skin.  

Sleep calling out to me “For Sweet Dreams await This is as close as you get to Death’s gate Tears stream here and there showcasing the battle between Awake vs Sleep Yawning quickly follows Drifting off into the deep

Elicit my love a dairy or if prefer a child I’m in town to tarry tired of the wild prithee don’t be wary pray thee don’t be riled For should thou be so riled to linger at the dairy a wooly beast as wild may with you choose to tarry he is a she with child better…

I love delicious tea with tags of hope and fun for me that help to cope on days I’m not free to just say nope. It was a nope when without tea I couldn’t cope and inside me was shrinking hope for I could be…

  He stands defiant, a child without Hope Everyone cares and no one is Kind He’s alone, untrusting of Compassion Demonstrating his artistic Rage Lonely child full of Hate Home is the comfort of other’s Disdain Awaken by Disdain Devoid of Hope First to Hate…

I awaken in the morning To lick my master’s face I need food to survive the day If I play at my pace I run around the house till rest And cuddling I need I dedicate to snarl at cat Or Mailman’s dirty deed I…