Boldness and charisma gave way to a love of precise procedure
To be a puppet master was your real game
Under the thinly-veiled guise of a burgeoning leader
Your veneer cracked quickly when you found you could not ***** my flame

It's been seven years
And too many tears.
I pray that we are still friends.

It's hard to word right
To be true yet be light.
Can't tell what I'm trying to mend.

Embarrassed to say
I hate it's this way
that your hurt is my hurt too.

If only I could,
I swear that I would
feel all of your pain for you.

The Good son died, a victim of fate.
The Other cashed in and created a state
That cost their father who loved them dearly
Everything….or just about nearly.
ljm

My bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m leavin’ you now
But you should know

My pen has ink
And it will flow
Soon I’ll return
With a happy glow

It’s only for
A 2-week trip
Then I’ll come back
With newfound zip.
ljm

words elope
perhaps all alone
in nights sweet
and nights black

I am a child
fumbling my hands
on the faces of land
and the world topples
bounces about

this trembling scrawl
tentative almost
as the rickshaw
coughs and shakes

I don't say when I say
I am in love with words
sometimes the dance
sometimes song
sometimes the people
they carry along

I don't say— I don't say
I watch away
it is the child that writes

Up I fall
Deeply, all gravity gone
Endless song so fine
Forever smile on face of mine.



Shell ✨🐚

At day time I am asleep
angel of the moon
I close my eyes
in the warmth of sunbeams
I dream
At night I am awake
I visit my moon.
I visit the garden
of the dream
of my passionate lover
in the light of the moon.




Shell ✨🐚