Late last night I woke thought of beauty seen then decided to begin reading red words that were spoke but it seems not many listen anymore. I thought of those who have reserved a suite in hell then I giggled aloud knowing damn well they forgot to ask forgiveness for overlooking flowers. Be blessed before... Continue Reading →
beneath this landthe vast seashope waits to breathenot all is what it seemsevery sky is a different bluetrees aren’t always green. abandoned heartsglowing in 3-Dwill someday feelsurface from yearsthat were awkward. the hurt of all yesterdayswill be healed by love. and those tears will flowbeneath this landto the vast seaof tranquillity.
https://youtu.be/KTQJy-scAU8 On some days the pen has nothing to say so music is another form to say what's going through a heart such as mine. May this Wednesday be kind and let us all be humble. RIP Joe