Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I spend and extend my life through this pen, going through great lengths to leave my prints as I redirect my vents, to turn life's stench into wiffs of fresh air.  Coming into my gift to lift, spirit's of despair,  for the healing impaired. On one side, we peaceful & quiet teddy bears, but on the flip side grotesquely  violently Grizzly's caught in life's snare of dismay, creatures of habit held captive adaptive to where we stay, conflicted by the wear and tere of day 2 day...liven. Product driven constantly tempted by low Limbed Forbidden fruit, Contingent on our addictions afflicted by one or two, sweetenedly wicked tooths that we nurse cause thou are loose. Been needing to rip it up and from the root, but we make evey excuse, not too, turn it loose, even when we find ourselves @ the end of our rope we somehow fashion a noose, like we got a passion to abandon the truth. sounds hard to fathom but the dynamic is all aloft....