Hiya.
I’m just checking in
How are we all doing?
I hope this year haven’t swept us
Family & relations good?

This should not be stilled,
The rat and the fox should not be
The wind should not stop blowing
Hearts should never be stopped bre
But doc philip needs to stop swear

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

These are the real
Poets/writers
The ones with glasses and
Always taking pictures
In black/white

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of
Which you will miss gracefully

What heart would whisper another
Sense will hardly learn; and
Wandering mind could cluster
Indefinite at dark forests in angu
Of sight and vicious earthly being

A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

A drunk man once asked me
Do you write?
And I was like yeah
I can put words together,
He looked at the cup he was holdin