I dream of feathers; Ruffled and rippling By the force of the wind, … Sounds like laundry on a line, Swept by a brisk breeze. I’m Alive… And I lament a life Of bitter resentment, The terrible need for approval – Now faded with her death, Leaves this mind weighted down By thoughts of sacrifice…
As children we play, in the dirt, we get down Oblivious to all that’s going on all around. Then we grow up and we seem to lose That ability to shut off the world’s blues. We tend to get tangled in every day’s grief Without any output to get some relief. Making music it seems,…
Today, this morning… I read some comments, messages & tags. Do I have a choice in getting involved again. To that gender that entangled my veins. No heart no cries ever get me again. To the world of love & dreams so cheer. Today, this moment… I felt my heart cries and yearned. For the…