July has arrived with heated
winds and cheery...
It’s funny how when you want something to be a...
You’ll convince yourself that it’s exactly the...
My body is a temple,
A shrine in tune with nature...
I pull down upon the heavens,
And I hold out my hands...
My hands are yellow
As are my feet...
And so my Will is the captain,
and I'm the ship...
Life is like a balloon
inflating...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...
Once again I failed
To keep a promise I made...
I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...
This is a wondrous place to be;
I have come to know it well...