Poems

My hair is growing so fast
I have to get it out of my ears and my ass
its gray on my head...

I sit in ambled streets that meet
In corners of my room
A place where naked, I can think...

I wonder why does it exciten’s. me, to think about you
Doesn’t matter where you are or what you are...

Even as old (dish) married
(spooning) curmudgeon,
who receives social security disability...

These voices should also be heard to THANK YOU TOO!

They're sure you didn't get the message from...

Dear Residents...

How is everything going?

Good I hope...

You wanted it crowded...

You may not be listening to your heart to know what it wants...

​​​​​​Your heart may have a lot to...

Some hearts feed good on music...

Some on a word...

You may not feel it today......

In the first few minutes of listening some will say...

Nope that's not me and leave...

...

Flash.
Moment.
Merely
a moment.
Firefly
flash in
eternity....

"Beauty Bouquet," a captivating exploration into the essence of beauty that transcends conventional norms....

she sits watching

she sits
thinking where

now she walks around
with guns in...

when you no longer have or need
when every rain drop becomes another chance to a rebirth

...

Tree, bent at the trunk
From weight of it's top,
Goes up,, brushes leafs
With sky on...

no one to talk nor listen
the air is sad and no moments left to praise....
enjoyed
...

"let this be a lesson
to the person that though less of

the way I could mess up"

Sights fly from two eyes to the top of the pyramids one, amidst the three they see, feel and hear…
...