A jumble of messy words//Depicting a clever thought...
Poetry.
Made to be Trees
Remember some seeds weren't made to be trees...
My Lover is a Sunflower
My Lover is a sunflower, wild and free... She belongs to my garden, and she Loves me...
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams
Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught
Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams
To knock your block into being caught-sought...
My Aaru
The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow Viable
December Rose 