Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Fill this house with abundance.
None like it has ever known.
Fill this house with peace and joy.
And let those within it,
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
If not for love,
no love poems would have been written.
None of us would experience life,
without the act.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
You don't, hear it.
You don't, feel it.
And you don't see it,
Like I do.
It is time to wrap up all the nonsense folks,
And doing away with all pronounced pretentiousness.
Many will find this difficult to do.
But the doing of it,
People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
I am one not often stunned,
By those who come...
Just to grieve and leave.
If there is a war on drugs,
We all are being deceived as to who is defeating it.
The affects are clearly in view!
In what is 'suppose' to be private exchanges...