Paul Stephen Dixon

Sitting up wiping my eyes I took my meds calming my thoughts and saw I was here with you and another day had began to storytime through in my illusion of reality

Beat he said, I didn t even notice I had invaded his space , just wandering aimlessly through the dark alley’s full of shadows in the old part of town.

Mother of life where are you
sitting here wrapped in my own thoughts
I ask you again mother of life where are you

I am within you son of earth, as I am within all creatures

Whose belly was empty
and whose body was weak
uncleanliness, untidiness

I hope we will be an active group and would love to get suggestions people might have for activities, contests, featuring of works and so forth.

There are many people of Hispanic origin and that many of us would like to know more about the different cultures and traditions of our countries

Sailing out from Liverpool
out of dark caverns we came
we shone a light upon a world

Soft silky eyes
cracked desire

you who want to be as free as a swallow
fly where warmth and food is abundant
to be able to play live and flirt
with out a glaring stare

the universe our birthplace

minds mingling ideas tingling
alive she cries as did I