it’s a dream I dream . . . caught in the fear of . . . being over-confident . . . at the risk of conceit . . . I see the steps before me . . . pushing me forward . . . timidly I’m inching back . . . unsure in this second . . . believing in the next . .… Read More My Move
am I foolish or full of conceit . . . my ink leaks thoughts . . . jumbled in pondering puzzles . . . sharing rhymes and verse . . . as I sort the mysteries . . . that are invisibly seen . . . by the blind who hear the whispers . . . ~0~ am I… Read More Ego Deflated
am I foolish or full of conceit my ink leaks thoughts jumbled with pondering puzzles sharing rhymes and verse as I sort the mysteries that are invisibly seen by the blind who hears whispers am I foolish or full of conceit my ink leaks thoughts thinking I will ignite light in minds wandering in darkness… Read More Words of the Unknown
Her name is Pricilla. Her eyes are dark and mysterious. Her hair flows like moonlit water. Her hips are thick, her legs long and shapely. Her arms sway like branches in a delicate breeze. Oh! She can dance. She can dance. In the mist of her smiling competitors, she gracefully twirled and floated as if… Read More A Reflection on Perception
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