You stand there
Like a lost child
Like someone so out of place
Uncomfortable
unwanted
Uneven
You begin to see that YOU ARE THE JOKE
and it makes your lips tremble
As the lump in your throat
Begins to choke
The tears out
Of your eyes
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One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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