Wind Blowing

Wind blowing Hollering Thru the trees Breaking Smashing Everything it sees. Cruel Sparing none Blowing all night Til The morning sun. Devastation Greets the day All hard work All blown away. Nothing left But clean up Arrange And hold back Despair. Know The sun will...

Delicate, Soft And Tender

Delicate, soft and tender the world needs to be Yet¬†holding it’s own with necessity. Focus, focus on the realm of goodness Discarding, never ever looking, seeing devastation surrounding thee. Delicate, soft and tender that’s what you need to see And surely...

The Lips Are Covered

        The lips are covered The heart is cold Fractured love Is the consequence To be told. Nothing born Nothing bold Devastation Is what’s present Up to you to Let the life chosen To let it now unfold. ~ Patrice        ...