Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
time beguiles, I give in to it the tiny birds sit on my hand chirpy faces stare at me I can't confront what I don't comprehend two difference life forces merge into each other