Poetry

The Bait

I can feel opposition. The microaggressions. In a much spiritual way, I feel the enemy. Can you see the bait? The half life worm, wiggling and seducing your senses to take a bite...

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This Season

The season is doing what seasons do. They change, they morph, they lose, they gain, receiving rain. This is the season that accepts. Accepts the flaws that turn into growth...

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The Stars

The stars whisper amongst themselves when the world is quiet. They tell stories of long forgotten tales. Stories that build upon time and stretch through dimensions...

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