they say its a key
but I don’t need to unlock it
when I've seen
what's behind them

it doesn't prevent it
but rather demotivates
me 

Yet I sustain
my hope
and wonder.

I push on
until I set off
and I do so 
with as much knowledge
in my head 
as I have power
in my legs.

it's a pandemic panic
i'm just hanging out & listening to
Anderson . Paak
what about you?
i've got the red cabbage & brussels sprouts roasting in the oven
with a little salt and pepper & olive oil
it's going on in my house
dancing  in the kitchen
the heater's on
no one's f*ing with me tonight
what about you?




.....

From every perspective
that matters
there is much about you
to admire

I wrote ...I erased...
I refined it....then wrote it again.

The words....of the memories....
Writing the soul....with different stories.

Calmed breathing...finally controlled...
Pulse under normal...then.... I let go.

Perhaps,
Like curves of waves
Of east bound tides
Or rage of a surging storm
And eventual novelty of a sensual dawn
So is art hatched.

It’s the courtship
Of pen on paper
Primed with desire to unravel beauty
And obscurity
In the clammy palms
Of artistic porter

See,
It’s the crave of a chiseled sculptor
To chase grandeur from castoffs
It’s the convergence of the stars
On the bed of a blissful night
It’s the sunup of notions
Secreted
In the crevices of hearts of men.

It’s life

That puffs breath
In icy souls of men,
The caress of the wind
On the supple knees of trees
It’s the splendor of a moonlit sky.

Art is a paradise..