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  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Pain.

    She feels the pain Needles puncturing skin Blood swishing up Numbness at the bone Internal pain rises up The brain cannot think Wanting to be still Life calls you Aching each step Internal bleeding God help me Mind going blank Daily dose of pain Mixed with her Morning drink She’s wrong Pain is gone Time…

  • Wonderland of Lust

    Don’t taunt me with your words, Grab me. Touch me. Suck me. Take me to the deepest levels of lust. Don’t disregard every inch of my body, Feel me. Lick me. Brush me. Take me to your wonderland.

  • She and He

    She was his ledge, His backboan, His muse. He was her light, Her inspiration, Her melodist. He led her down a road of notes, High and low, Above and below. His muse spewed letters of trust, Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit.. 

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