POETIC_the space between my flowing stories and my fluid self

«i inspire & i create words & pictures with each breath in, and i write & draw them in my memory with each breath out ~ it is fluid, it flows, it is impromptu, it is out my control ~ but it does not replace my life nor consume my life – anymore – it merely is the surplus and the overspill of my passion, my love, my soul, my peace, my mind.» READ MORE ~>

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POETIC_the song of the moon and the earth

she was the moon
the moon was her
and the moon bespoke
her feelings of him, the earth
.
her adoration did not burn him like sun
her affection did not flicker like the stars
her passion was constant like the moon
.
she waxed
she waned
she was full
she was dark
she was rarely distant and blue beneath the stars
she was ofttimes close and orange on the horizon
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