Tag Archives: soul

money

Posted on July 30, 2016 by

counting dollars 1, 2, 3 signaled the end of unity none for you and 3 for me signaled rise of oportunity ill lend you 1 you’ll repay me 3 nothing in life ever comes for free now ill lend you … Continue reading →

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After… (an ode to right now)

Posted on October 14, 2014 by

when will you call me? after. when can I see you? after. when are you coming home? after… and after a while, after turned into forever and every after was a selfish mistake void of love and laughter after a … Continue reading →

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Goodbye for the last time…

Posted on September 15, 2014 by

I finally said goodbye for the last time in a dream I had last night, then she smiled as she walked away and I knew she was happy and I felt love and I knew it was all going to be … Continue reading →

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Goddess

Posted on February 8, 2014 by

I know a place where a goddess sings an ageless tune of love, of life, of humanity I escape my insanity as I look up at the stars and drink in the moon and all its celestial beauty I’m staring … Continue reading →

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rain

Posted on January 11, 2014 by

July 2013 rain Last night I dreamt that I was lying in bed next to you listening to the rain pouring down. Making love, then just lying there. All day. Just listening to the rain hitting the palm fronds all … Continue reading →

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After Harvest

Posted on January 8, 2014 by

With the leaves fading from lush green into autumn art before they die and get raked and rot and return to the earth I cry for springtime for winter and for last fall when in that cool, crisp air I … Continue reading →

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