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My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…

For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…

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When it’s hard to breathe
And the pain won’t leave
Tip back your head
And let it out
Voices silent
Won’t be heard
Let me wipe away
Your tears
Lift your arms
To the sun kissed sky
And let out
Toxic thoughts
Pois…

A Wild Heart flies to places
Beyond the edge of reason,
Embracing each moment new
And every changing season.

I find that I have time to waste on life
I have time to dream with a level head

How many level-headed young people
Will you find in all the world?

When I think of the beauty of youth
I crumble under its…

My 8 Year Old Wrote a Song and It’s Pretty Darned Good

MY STORMY NIGHT!

My Stormy,…Stormy,…Stormy Night.
I long,….To,….Hold you tight.
In your arms,…I sleep so right.
My Stormy,…Stormy Night.

I wish someday,…You be …

You took me to the edge,
Where once PASSION we knew,
As OUR dance faultered,
When once we FLEW.

This courage will not be the opposite of despair. We shall often be faced with despair, and indeed every sensitive person has been during the last several decades.

ALL of my life I have been haunted by the fascinating questions of creativity.

Sensous silence of night is on rise…
Moaning melody becoming breathing song…
Fragrance of lucid merger scattering around…
Soul…
Pulsating…
Dancing…
Flowing with vibes & rhythm…
Being in Nature’s …

Here

My heart is beating
Pounding in my chest
The only thing I can do
Is wait
And wait
And listen to my pulse
Beating hard
My heart racing
In anticipation
In nervousness
In anxiousness
I can’t slow it down
I can’t re…

To live as soldiers was our pride
To fight for freedom or

I was standing all alone
In the corner of the west street
It was dark and freezing cold
In more than just

Regret is a powerful tool
Waking up and allowing that to drive you means you miss the golden rule

Once I woke up nude in a laboratory
Of my own design
I released myself from the plugs
Attached to my head and the wall
I walked out into the street
Under the sun
Everyone made eyes at me
Moms shielded their…