BG Sunday mantra she claimed the day for herself not willing to share a moment or two she claimed her space surrounding herself in comfort not willing to share she claimed a victory beating the negativity that haunted her daily
beyond boundaries there is an eeriness when the soul wakes from slumber attempting to identify the surroundings observing as if for the 1st time feeling the cool of the moon as it subsides feeling the fog
eat a poem savor me relish my cadence let the effectiveness flavor your day verse that is seasoned with the salty ocean breeze spiced with lascivious slices of life devour me taste my lyrical lines let the tang
jump start broken ………… not shattered the pieces still fit together and stick when glued a little rough around the edges still able to be sanded smooth frayed …………not unraveled a wee bit torn
powerful portal the universe presents a powerful portal it’s a cosmic trifecta the equinox of Spring under the new moon’s dark night a total eclipse encasing of the sun a closure of cycles
BG opportunity knocks haphazard disjointed no particular direction to reflect upon relying on hit or miss and miss is more often than naught a catastrophe that didn’t wait to happen unleashing tragedy on everything in it’s path and those stuck knee high
