I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…

I assume she’d tired of her nest. Maybe she just felt like the patio was best.  Less stress.  She is very protective of the place. Not sure why she would need so much space.  Just not commonplace.  She runs everyone out of her patio room….

i hate the word “meat” i don’t think that we should use it not anymore the phrase “i eat meat” allows for a separation a buffer a slight of hand to distract us the eater and the audience from what’s really going on   i…

You’re all I seem to think about What if I said it scares me too? Always expect you to be strong. So afraid to feel anything. You entered my life and changed everything. There is nothing I want more I am more afraid of wasting…

Scream! You can’t be heard. The vacant space surrounds you like a child in a womb. It is never ending. It is everywhere. The quietness is so loud. jj2017

Lost, he was for a long, long time never stopping to ask where am I? Visiting locales covering a broad expanse he kept moving, moving compiling souvenirs at every turn things he wanted, had to have insatiable was his appetite something to bring home, knowing…

Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017

Would someone please help me find my keys?  I’ve looked in the living room, dining room, and on the kitchen sink. I have checked the bedroom, refrigerator, everywhere that I could think. Asked the dog, his head said no Asked the cat, but, well you know…

“Sir Lancelot! Please don’t put your ale upon the round table. Leaves rings.” – Mark L. Lucker © 2017 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd