3 poems.


The artist's responsibility
is following life wherever it may lead.
And to create life outta that humanity
without judging anything.


Never had a morning like this before,
sunbeams gently warm,
illuminating the sanctity of this polarizing world
then lick, sweeten & heal the wound.

Birds belting out the sweet perfume.
They know nothing but the truth of earth.
Give me a moment to reap the reward.
It's moment like this I was waiting for.


Sometimes, it's better not to pluck a chord
and let the silence do the work...

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