It starts with the letter “A ” And sings like a bird I don’t know from whence it came but to follow it I went down Oops! I didn’t mean say,  “What the…..” l’ll turn around now and the other way walk.   Credit: Emily…

The Critic

Original line is from Howl, by Carl Ginsberg: “who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish” I cannot tell you how or who creates poetry out of the scribbled, mush-mashed ramblings told by all….

Journey’s End

When we took on the world it was just us two Hard to believe we’d trod so many roads Hard to believe that our paths have now diverged We had the perfect journey to believe in It started with sunlight so bright in lights of…

Hour seven

Inside out   Don’t tell me to love you inside out   when she lingers on your tongue, but your tongue spells my name.  

Hour six

It’s one of those nights when I try to forget you (when I try to set free the stars of your memory)   The ink flows and speaks of you   you become my muse   And I’m left with a notebook full of you….

Baby Girl

My baby girl, full of Grace strong, beautiful, radiant. Seeing past the pain until it overwhelms and engulfs once more. My baby girl, full of Grace, trying to breathe trying to calm until she can rest, but not progress. My baby girl, full of Grace…

What?

Gut wrenching Darkness speaks Inner thoughts Running deep To my disbelief! It happened! Did I clearly see? Walking at daybreak Stomach turning vision Right in front of me Stillness and fear stayed me Then I died

The Art of Self Definition

So now you look at me like you never knew How could you not? I speak the way I’ve always spoken  Dress and walk and posture the same  I saw the same affections as ever There has been no reason to question me, never  You…

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