waking up isn’t a struggle, floating out of my bed to the sound of an overused but melodious whistle, the pianokeys being struck just right, paradise and adventures, all snuggle into my head, the places where i feel at peace, coffee served straight from bed…

Light breeze, hot sun, and the gut feeling, that life’s just begun.   Cold drinks, soothing into the canals, and eyes wide open – no glare.   Warmth and the satisfaction of good company. No need for anxiety. Peace of mind, felt in the lightness…

Universality and emotionalize, we are all one entity. Immortalize through written word or songs that we play on over and over again just to hear it more. It is said that greet Death as an old friend but when are we going to see another…

hot coffee, sweet soft sheets, warm, his arms, a voice, kiss, coffee, paper rustling sun, rain drumming on tin silence

Waking up under red curls, hot breath and thrown, tiny bodies.   Little rag dolls.   The fur of dogs rising and falling over my pillows.   Joshua Tree Breakfast Bliss coffee.   Chocolate for breakfast.   Bob Dylan.   Mountains, rivers, farms or beaches….

The summer I was sixteen you yet weren’t was unlike all other summers we had shared till then neighboring grandparents each with our own seasonal haven – you with two sisters, a brother I just had me Our side of Horseshoe Lake summer home to…

Is this Tin Man’s heart? Carved from bleeding wood for chest Sad beats burden breast

Ma’at: Goddess of Truth and Balance. Through, her and many I promote nonviolence and quietness. And I pray that people would find the righteousness through spirituality. And I pray that we view people with hospitality and generality and move nations to neutral and less brutality.

Celestial sky still water like deep crushed velvet as above so below what am I but a firefly enamored by your mysteries

A soft wind carries our laughs, our voices to reach the distant-most memories   The water is cold I don’t like it but it’s still fun   To dance in the rain with you. My heart is full of warmth