Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…

The hand of hope goes the distance Gently uplifts the wildflower Firmly nudged to sway in the spiri… Wildflower unfolds gracefully Mother Earth taking hold

Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,

If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?

Orange is of fire It burns its sweet flavor Onto the retina of her Purple mind, which Is dark and soft

She is woman, Who holds the world in her hands, Who touches every soul in the land… She is “powerful.” She is “emotional.”

In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…

Daddy don’t you touch him with tha… Cause when he kills you, the world… Understand. What got into him? What made him… Not knowing he lived the life of a…

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

The sidewalks glittered Like August snow that hot dawn He drove her through town Blind months of waiting broken On the bedroom floor back home.

What’s wrong with the world today And the silly games people play Money, power and greed Using people is now the way Too many people looking to easy st…

A splotch of veridian, A hint of cerulean blue. One long streak of burnt sienna. The painter dabs The palette

Have you ever cried? Collect the tears in a jar of lies… Eyes run deep with a pool of salty… That only her face feels. The joy of pain and stinging. The…

Taken to the water’s edge, Maken by her feet. Maken on the way a pledge, Taken a retreat. Waken on the leaf-made ledge,

They cannot hear Love’s words thr… Yet, they celebrate & try to inter… Song. Believe that without their creator… Exist.