My soul has an antenna
picking up bad vibrations...
The footprints of yesterday
Have wondered into today...
It's the little things that money can't buy
That the hands of time can't unwind...
I am not face, who needs identification
I am not beautiful painting, who needs gaze...
All of my life someone else always pulled the...
Even now as a grown woman their still always...
<A Sad Farewell To My Poetic Love Universe>
[My Invisible Idols...
So you took your countries shilling,
You stood and declared your oath...
THE DAY WHEN THE CREATOR BECAME THE
CREATED, OR, WHY TWO ADAMS...
A good painter knows his colors
Knows them inside and out...
Words are precious as air
We breath them out...
Spin for me a tale
Take me far from here...
I remember when you
Weren't so down on your luck...