there are times when I sit
staring at the ceiling for...
She welcomed him in the
fields of wildflowers...
A
dew...
draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...
guide me, help me
like you always do...
I am not a poet.
No linguist, nor painter of the written word...
you make yourself a colony,
to swiftly invade what’s not...
I fumigate my lungs,
with pennies from my life...
TO EXIST BETWEEN ETERNITIES WILD NOTHING LIKE THE...
I’m not an artist
for I have no talent...
“I know. I know.
There’s much to be done...
Your fractured soul limping
you know the healing would...