poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
my Dreams run after Me, Through my years of Hell, Planted on New Moons, Across shallow and deep Soils, My fingers covered in isopods and springtails, Fertile dirt ready to be fed, Ready to Germinate, But the Rain Season armed in darkness comes and wipes out my Intentions, Even as I hold onto Seeds, Even […]
Roses fruit from my Mouth,.Ready to be Eaten,I take a Bite, and delight pours into MeA Direct Line to Heaven,I am being Fed,Buy the Core,The Heavenly,By the Love,By God, Being Gifted Apples by His hands,His Curation,Spilling from Me,Spilling through Me,.At Times His Bounty finds me, and I forgetIt finds me, so Often,Kissing Me on my […]