Writing from darkness
of exile
looking through windows
without any sheen
Albeit a glow
in the distance
beckons to wisdom
in the form
of a dream



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Fellow artists,
Beyond necessity,
May your ends
Never meet —
Luxury inhibits
Creativity.

April 9th, 2021
prompt:

Share. Retweet. You're welcome.



14 31

From Here To Eternity

Closer...come closer,
and me but once
to the depths of eternity—
angels
& celebrate on the wings
above—while lovers contemplate
their desires of love. ✍🏽#bravewrite

2 11

What You Say—I Can’t hear You

As long as your’e not hurting anyone,
while living out your truth, nothing you
do is wrong. Some will debate while hurling out insults—a that (s) the conversation like a of wasted effort. ✍🏽#bravewrite

1 12

Each egg
animated but alone
accelerating with robust
intention
along curve
of fate




7 53

The Crucifixion

The was on,
slow, brutal, &
of
tensions
—where—
stains of death
spill over like a
hidden mirage
in honey clover—
from which many
pray & say, “Yah”
...thankyou!🙏🏽🛐
✍️🏽#bravewrite

1 9

All of us laughed at her
Ominous foreshadowing.
Little did we know.

April 2nd, 2021
prompt:

Share. Retweet. Muhahaha.



13 30

Quintessential Women

✍️🏽...in the community were they with their hand-decorated parasols twirling about—like misty nights with fireflies that swelled the street lights—and on Sunday afternoons in the ‘French Quarter’, they celebrated life with courage, & grace.

0 0

tOxiC mUsiNgs

your love
hovers
over my soul

while angels

a look-see
exclaiming
of toxicity’s

dripping like spilled
lavender in a
for which—lustful
cravings are revealed

✍🏽#Vss365

2 9

Late February soul,
why so hollow
and away from home?
No tenderness
but shadows
in a face barely touched
by time's intimacy,
sitting before
an open mic,
life elsewhere
without imagination's
necessities,
there yet dead
in spirit.

15 64

Next Time🦋

In my
life can at the
drop of a dime or like
a catchy with a
teardrop & in
mind. So, I quibble like
colorful butterflies that
nibble and nibble and
nibble—until next time.
✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

3 15

Happenstance

A little pinot, Miles Davis, a good book—that’s my & I’m sticking to it like an —I swim upstream, feeling like it’s all a dream—#folded nice & neat like a napkin or maybe by happenstance is what happened.🤔✍🏽

0 4

Mask

My thinks happiness is a myth where spirits wear masks in the eye of a needle, but myths are like people—they change from moon to sunshine taking to the awake all night—bringing joy, hope, and power to transcend into the light.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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🎭The POETs’ lover was her a unicorn, he was rare, colorful, mystical & magical. Sent from the divine, right on time like a gift in the or a shining star that twinkles near & far—my ecstasy was a dream—hell, you know what I

1 10

Soon

...I align with perfection to the deal—& fill my cup with where love was once before—& heartstrings ‘clapback’ for more while gone are the days, I say, “non, je vais bien, merci, ” to bask in l’amour promised to me.✍️🏽#vss365

1 9

Misery's cluster,
chorus
of disgust
hanging
like a pall
over
barren
eyes
overlooked.

7 41

You know,
bourbon eyes
and cigar lips
burn
memories
somewhere,
in stitched smile
and jagged breath,
tin pan stars
falling like rain
over summery death,
last goodbyes
lost in tearful song,
unholy man's
sunrise
valued in wrongs,
1/2

4 23

I AM💕

... guided by a divine light of mine—
fierce & full of I strike while
the iron is hot like a binge watching to beget what is not. O the sweetness of every escapade is like & dancing—amidst a moonlit serenade.✍🏽#Vss365

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