your full moon reminder if your glass is half full drink it down finish it off ready or not pour another a fresh a new that very special brew to sip slowly be aware of the individual droplets sliding down your throat focusing
a drop a drop that reverberated through the universe it wasn’t blood for the soul does not bleed it was the tear a soul was to leave a drop that splashed when no longer able to rely on
BG the sounds – of defiance there was an air of defiance not so much a revolution more so ……………………………a revelation …………….the sounds of being heard above the crowd not loud not boisterous nor unruly ……………..the sounds that
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
