Anger is fear. Two ways you can go. Broad way and narrow road. Wicked disappointment narrow way. Sinners are fearfully troubled. Anger is fear. Lingering sickness with sorrow and distress. Never to know more pain. What is hope? Let us hope be mine and let it be yours. I’m sorry. Anger is fear.

We laugh at our words Eating sighs Forgetting language As we meld Your hands press into mine Lithe and strong You cry ‘Te Amo’ into my ear Measuring the Rise and Fall of our bodies And breath Our lingering bodies Dripping With Serious RECKLESSNESS.

We sit in a heap of yearning All of us We are waiting Waiting for the uncertainty to end Waiting for the touch of a hand. Waiting To put our arms around our children Who are suffering andcannot be reached We are waiting for the rage at loss to ease Lost friends, lost lovers, lost…

With all my faults, Heaven grant me still the virtue of sincerity; and though I walk through many a darksome shade of folly and remorse, still let there be one light, the light of truth to guide me right at last.”

Violins ? I hear violins when I think of you ? Especially when I’m sailing thru turbulent storms ?. Navigating this map across the seas planned you see ?. For see I have you to see me through!! My guide, my love, the everlasting star ⭐️. You know who you are ❤️. So I will…

I AM TIRED OF TRYING SO HARD FOR YOU I AM TIRED OF CRYING SO HARD FOR YOU I AM TIRED OF BEING BLOWN BY THE WIND AND CAUGHT IN THE TIDE.

today is a new day to rise in the morning light the treasures of life are opening for us all feel the warmth of the sun fill your soul with the light from the tribe that shines so bright with open arms we welcome you into the fold we hold you, with healing light we…

At this time it’s all seems so surreal. Folks you know create bubbles, and that is all they see. It’s a very hard place to be alone when these things happen to all of us, as humans we know. Why is it so hard to check in and say u care, r you ok. How…

One of those sentimental and heavy days When the tears are screaming for release and the dizziness arrives When the hunger for comfort attacks One of those days When the self-destructive version of Sensitivity wins the emotional state race of mine When memories from the past cuts through the membrane, my mind and my heart…

Swinging free on this pendulum of hope. Accepting my new heart and acknowledging the impossibles of being made new. Staying aware and focused to the changing happening in my new life. Listening to nature more clearly because it keeps my mind and heart true. Determined to continue to unravel layers and unknot the truth that…