What I really want to write about is bonfires. The kind you build on the beach, water a stone’s throw away. I’ll pretend it has a life of its own.  Perhaps it does, who knows. It’ll remind me, gently, of what I don’t know.  By…

An Image I Will Soon Forget Dugong shaped cloud, tail dispersing in evening trail, devouring the stumps of Holiday Hills down its lavender smoke guzzle. Floating swimmingly, satin skin curled in cumulus. Like air clay molded and dismantled, carelessly shattered, the way children’s play-doh crumbles,…

Theres nothing wrong about having compassion for an other individual; but it’s a problem when you feel pity for a individual; doing thing because you feel bad for them isn’t a way to help them, sometime best thing to do; it’s do absolutely nothing, and…

we need streamers and balloons we need paper cups and plates we need bright plastic forks don’t forget the knives and spoons we need cute tablecloths maybe with flowers and hearts we need music and favors we need candy and tarts everything we need is…

Change should start within you It is a never ending affair Reasons beyond what we can comprehend Come to minds of geniuses and fools alike Let’s think out of the box, go out of our comfort zone Effectuate change in one’s self Spread inspiration, empower…

We Need We need more birds soaring the sky We need new bounds to define high We need no battles to spread our cry We need a mere humble try We need less dreams to die We need a greater heard sigh We need a…

Looking at your face makes me sad The eyes just blank..   The face nothing to tell..   Don’t know how you are? Don’t know, What you feeling? The only thing I know that its still not healing…   Seems you found something, at last…

Love that reaches beyond the heavens deeper than the trenches of the oceans No one knows the ache of that love but she who bears it She prays and hopes that all she does is right She fed them and prayed with them and sent them…

She sinks for no one. She is fire and love and a caressing sweet breath of wind, Playfully mussing your hair.   Love is her habit, not for gain, But because it flows.   When the darkness came to call, So brilliant was her light,…

faces blood red, dripping, salty, sticky bodies jump, twist, gyrate with and with out rhythm screams over thumping thundering bass t-shirts and leggings join the skin in a macabre duel of push and pull