As butterflies were once caterpillars Men were once boys Vulnerable to the self and fragile to natureHeavy winds, dangerous summers and winters of solitudeCocooned in life’s obstacles to soon thicken your wings to break out and fly across many moonsI bet it felt like lily peddles grazing across your feet The first time you seen nature pass you on the streetSensitive to humanity in reality we al...

The likelihood of my 'someday' aspirations is equivalent to the overbearing thoughts that conjure from solitude  Reactionary visions rather that of acting upon visionary ambitions The unceasing delays of 'tomorrow will be' has become a conflicting entity in itself with its potent message clouded by the potential consequences of wishful thinking to what the embryo of success is My greatest fear ...

& I sit, sippingice water &her lips,  quelling thirst for fiery sun falling in eyes, deepas an oceanside sunset.  a saxophonist, lulling soulsinto the place onlyflying gulls& free balloons float, plays notesthat  tango  like candlelightdancing withtwilight; it was twilight, decade prior,she  came  to leave me, &thru the nightstayed in a wool  blanket lightlysipping tea, while I ...

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