He embraced me and squeezed
as if I was his lifeline.
The thorns dug through my skin,
spilling blood.
I twisted in pain,
trying to wrench myself free,
but succeeded only in digging the thorns in more deeply.

the bees are sharing their dreams
with me

and I want to know what
it feels like to rob a bank,
to run naked through the moonlit garden,
compose a sonata,
stare up into trees
then pause to listen to blue birds singing,

the bees are sharing their dreams with me, today

and I want to run with the bulls
in Pamplona

I want to remember

time insane
when untamed dreams
ran wild
in the dim light
of a room without windows

desperado,
purple eyeshadow and lips

dancing through misty memory,
she comes

quiet midnight settling in her eyes
bare foot waif, never kind...

the thief of my dreams

The wildflower liked being in the wild.
Flourishing in silent peace
while dancing in the wind.



Shell ✨🐚

Pearls of blood in eyes of Mary.
Waves of sadness hit me all the time.
What once was, now gone without a proper goodbye.
Pray for health to watch you grow,  bud of life.
While praising by living healthy.
Try to be kind and grateful all the time.
Live life with grace and elegance.
Like a flower in the wind.
Always staying in the wild.

The wildflower liked being in the wild. Flourishing in silent peace.
While dancing in the wind.


Shell✨🐚