OK she said
You can go there
Are you cool
Sure
Licorice taste
Good make
Lovers meet in the dark
It’s spacious in the garden
Summertime
Ten years forward:
In an apartment after four years
There is a box in every
Soul light airy
So little so small
Hard worker soul
Helps others
Thank you for my blond blue eyed Alexandre
I am his
We live together
The mouse in the house cooks din
Cat husband comes home to see what kin
The cat’s eyes are interesting, mysterious, calm, quiet, good
Il y a du bonheur dans ses yeux.
I had a beautiful dream
Where I wrote a song in poems
It was unreal and the words came easily
It looked and sounded smooth and really fortunate
I’m so blind and I want to
Throw up because of the smoke and the Tylenol
Help me
O Angels
Help me
O God
Forgive me for my trespasses and dishonesty
My guilty conscience takes over
Forgive
Me
I forgive myself
Please treat her right
I don’t know how to do that
What do I do?
I relax, I’m nobody’s slave
I don’t need extra protection around my body
I can let go and release my fear
I give myself permission to feel good.
Now I’m little and light, a dot on the Earth
Earth-Angel I have permission to cry
You are safe, I am safe
You are me
I am safe and warm
No worries time stops God has me in mind
He is thinking of me right now
He wants the best for me. I can relax
I can be myself
It feels great to write
I’m actually taking action, getting somewhere accomplishing something
I feel alone
I’m in a comfortable LA-Z-Boy recliner, Amen
I’m not hungry and I’m not tired
I fell asleep, woke up, made pancakes
I’m just trying to find a place where I belong
Writer’s circle
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