Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
A photon bounces around inside our… When it finally does light is born… It takes its 8 minute maiden voyag… It races at 700 million miles an h… It loads our senses our dreams.
She is the captain of the Ghost S… No sail on this boat. Her spirit moves it. The vessel is dark to conceal her. Because she has a beauty
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
If you are sad, love yourself. If you are scared, trust yourself. If you are angry, forgive yourself… If you are lonely, hug yourself. If you are opinionated, question y…
Eve bit the apple so she bears the… She hears it’s cries and its laugh… She feels the spirit of the Four… In one hand she cradles faith and… You can see the mystery of life in…
Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…
She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.
You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?
The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…
She looks into the mirror as she puts on her war paint. One finger at a time. A different color for each emotion… She is a warrior. A spiritual sol…
Many years go a woman was walking… It was long and windy, stretching… It had sharp barb’s on it preventi… She touched it and cut herself. Her blood dripping on the grass.
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
