phoenix awakening in the still of the night preparing for flight fearing nothing testing her strength with wings opened wide she flies with self-determination she cries out i will always survive as day breaks she slips into her nest
contemplation fraught in thought agonizing over the out come the positive seems the right approach if i go left will that unveil the wrong attitude there is a slant from point a to b to be or not to be the mind can’t decide if i just ponder
town green as a bird in flight light on her bared feet her dance her expression no music the crowd quiets no sound leaps dips spins and twirls mesmerizing the unexpected spectators in a trance unleashing her soul into a beautiful performance of unrehearsed steps
it’s complicated is it really so rude to choose not to use chopsticks a fork a spoon work so much better even fingers in a pinch who’s idea was it to eat with sticks why spend time fighting with the food when satisfying an appetite
three spirits one man if you listen deeply you will hear my howl it comes from my heart sometimes in soft whispers sometimes a hollering call always of love always protecting always for you at day as i roam forging through the woods it is my test
DO it …………a collection of mismatched socks & shoes a weird combination of booze the tv news has nothing new sleep an option that would require pop’n
