I’ve really been writing love poems when I have no real muse.

The president,
who may have lost his "libito",
still has the power to veto.

Some people call them taxes. In truth they are shares in fostering humanity.

My only fear of death is reincarnation.

Life has been a bit unsteady and I have no center gravity to pull me in. One wrong move and I’ll whisk away.

I’d like to get lost in the fantasy of your written words.

Close your eyes and count your sheep.

I get so caught up in the motions but it’s still hard to let go.

“Our brains are our command centers.
Every thought and belief pattern
we hold to be true within our core
is accepted and implemented by our bodies.”

We walk each day in dying bodies, our Cells, constantly, BTY, lip Cells die, and are replaced quickly, so we can kiss, eat, and BS!