Time is heavy and light. Invisible and visible to the eye.
Relationships were made for time, as time came first marking the beginning of time.
How do we utilize our time? Is it well spent or have we imagined it all?
Does the grass cry, when pasture and lawns are being mowed? Do trees cry out to God, asking to ease … More
They say eagles are a sign of good luck but all I saw was a vulture!
Tink, tink; does that mean death?
Death to my old ways?
Death to a bitter soul?
Upon my skin, starting with the palms of my hands. Praying to be cleansed, as I reach out and over my porch.
Ring the juice from his bountiful grape vines.
Enter his brain and travel its course.
To pluck his rip fruit, I must prevail.
Who knows, I still don’t like this Grinch.
He steals the show, but I bet he’s truly a bitch.
And I don’t mean in the commonly used way, he’s untrue to the image he shows.
Some call him cute and I think ewww.