Loving Sight Unseen Poem
- 17
- Dec
It is this feeling of wealthy health that has me loving the ground you walk on. If you knew writing me to love you would make it happen, would you play […]
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When blues skies are orange and dark and the prison of life is not the vote but the gravity this is when i want to stay home this is when i […]
Continue readingHoarding Old Stuff Poem
- 26
- Nov
i have a feeling, and dream of life unfilled with stuff here’s what you can do to relieve pressure –but i bluff. remove the waste in the refrigerator remove the […]
Continue readingIt’s her first eye she wants to cleanse of stress. Her all-seeing eye that knows of no duress. She has three eyes one mouth; her two ears hone. Sound and scent her twin-eyes see […]
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