Under intelligent impulse
A stupid meeting
Takes place
The Bashful beast
Is Trapped in
A romantic ring
A false fight
Is the bait bubble
The Magic men
Regret the taste
Suspend a crush
In Down temper
The Flash of the Crash error
In a tramp trade
Empathy requires exploration
Peace is the driver of grace
We are stardust
We are golden
We grow
We vibrate
And then
We are reborn
Again
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
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
skin loves fever 
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