Breathe now for the last breath is goneCome. / We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.
AndaDa JaNEEN (Attention READERS: This social &am…“Don’t move. I’ll shot / every detail .” / She stood there naked / with only her gear
LITTLE ROSIE PIXEL (A Children’s Poem)She danced like light could sew a picture / Through the needle eyed
By the leave of loveAnd laugh with mysteries of how alone together is
The Receiving of LoveYour courageous clouds / Always disappearing / To free / The impossible / Bond
ResponsibleI am not my poetry for they are poems
R i s e . a b o v e . t h e . e x o t i c …Within the depths of exotic blues the / sun shall rise above within a grand / celebration of self motivation , / Refreshing rains of cumu…
Breath is born hereAnd here is the nexus of gratitude is.