For some, it starts with tea.
Tea slows you. You wait...
One day those broken skies
Dripped raindrops from their eyes...
I hope all the Angels drink coffee
And they pull for the Atlanta Braves...
Give yourself twelve moons
start with the fullest point...
It's the thoughts of following others
that get mixed within thickets of closed...
I’m like a flower grown from a seed
Waiting to bloom and brightly shine...
why the boo hoo? (haiku)
life made you a clown...
How disconnected are
we all from each other...
Looking back to now
I failed to See the beauty...
Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...
I’m driving while late
and it seems to me I’ll be...
So, shall we ride to adventures,
knights errant...