As always, we move forward obstacles are always there, always will be we go over, through, or around them Tell us no – someone always does – tell them in no uncertain terms your ‘YES’ what is at stake here is you, yourself You are…
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Hour 15: veins
delicate veins that throb no more still calm in their fragility perfect poise even in death and dying
Crystalline Leaves – Hour Fifteen
Icy clear and heart shaped too These special leaves speak me and you A perfect pair through imperfection Providing moments of reflection The humble start that we embraced The difficulties we have faced And like the pair, we still stand tall All for one and…
Let Him Choose His Own Path
Notice the way he walks and watch how he does not divert neither to the right hand or to the left See the rigidity in how he stays on this path for this is what he was told was wise Yet he has not considered…
(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: lust + delicate leaves
bliss after another wonderful very physical session we lie back staring up so much star-staring he’s talking of course telling me his crazy dreams & i feel as see-through & light as the skeletal filaments of a leaf left too long on the tree only…
(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. 1.5 PROMPTS: photo of mushrooms by boots + kinda a folk tale with a twist
psilocybin chanterelles time is more than standing still it’s lying on its back staring at the stars button : champignon : portobello : baby-bella : Swiss brown : Roman brown : chestnut Ryan keeps saying words like a broken but beautiful song oyster : Shiitake…
This 14th Hour
The hour has now come where the unprepared will falter but those with foresight will be rewarded Look to your neighbor to see if they will fail or if they will stand tall Do not dwell on the tribulations you overcame and only focus on…
Opposites Attract – Hour Fourteen
You’re the butter to my jelly The ice cream to my cone The waffle to my syrup The lemon to my scone You’re the creamer to my coffee The ketchup to my fry The sausage to my pizza The corned beef to my rye You’re…
Hour fourteen: imagine a garden…
the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…
I wish I was a good disabled person
I wish I was a good disabled person that knew how to act and knew his place That I did not see each day as a challenge but rather understood that I should be hidden away After all this time I still have not learned…