We learnt from the best Our mums and dads Who did their best But committed crimes And sent us to our rooms For hours and hours When arms around us Might have been better if you’re a parent you know you did somethings well and other things sucked When we know better, do we do…

Her soul filled with Love Working out her Destiny Hammer and Chisel Quarried out of Mountains Piece by piece Never be broken again Catching bright beams This time She is building Her everyday One fine day Love for one Another Finding her tender Words and acts Richly laying up for Heaven Blessing her Soul.

I love is busking her wares again lining her pockets with riffs of color To spend ever so lasciviously on the kings that sing–creating a lexicon that didn’t exist Before These Coveted circles Islands of their own currency, I wonder if we knew each other’s lineage whether my status would rise Maybe If you met…

Every day is a play. A play on words. A play on truth or lies. A play that sways. This way and then that way. Every day is a new old script. A script that depicts, who goes, who stays, between pages that lay waiting for guidance by idiots or sages. Every day, films are…

Sweet love imagine my uplifted joy with you beside me once more asking me to walk on the beach our bare feet in silky white sand pure love light unfurls expands Footprints grounded planted wishes granted still we are momentarily passing through this gift of a lifetime soul mates of joy sowing seedlings of earthly…