The other side of Me. On most days I can tolerate being laughed at by a sea of immature audience, greeted by curious looks and strange looks who refuse to acknowledge what it takes to be alive. You walk a certain way its not normal…

Slowly he walks In San Pablo His eyes to the sky All alone he cries  

Had some rum and boom Feeling a little tips felt like I could dance all night As a stare in his eyes I told him to cool down the pace for me Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence

Shining winter moon Day are persisting sunny. Ice rings contradict.

Dawn is a Feeling, A Beautiful Ceiling Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling and I have a feeling that today may be the lucky one. Welcome along the way the sun’s rays never do I grow weary, my eye always teary In welcoming in…

Parsnips and carrots Growing in long curvy roads A joy of winter.

The woman with a top hat had to dress up like a man Opinions of mysogonists switched up to laws with no argument debate or basic common decency Cut her hair Tweeked her name Said she would be God D***** if she was gonna be…

Build for me the fanciest sleeves any audience member ever could dream Apply on my arms the thickest foundation any artist ever could spray on me

Preaching tenderness he smiled at her, steaks on grill now picnic for one – Mark L. Lucker © 2022 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd

Bird bath frolicking New Holland Honey Eaters Living in the now.