At the Bar.
Jazz plays downtown
Los Angeles, California.
Ash grey silhouette of
A man seated on the opposite table.
Something's sparkling in his ashtray.
Something's bleeding on the pages
Of the journal, as the reporter writes
Her draft on the side table.
People in numbers heaving in.
Drinks on the table seeding
To outcomes of sorrow, guilt
And happiness flowers.
...Friday 6th January 2023 8:44 am
A Seed Falls
A seed falls.
It lands, barely audible
it falls from a tree, a 50 year old tree
50 summers
50 winters
50 times around the sun.
Rain and Wind.
Its roots working their way through the soil
spreading
growing
anchoring
for 50 years.
To create a seed to fall one day
to be heard.
That moment.
Unique
And I was there.
Thursday 31st March 2022 12:25 pm
Love Seed
To win my heart, cross my roads
To get my love, you knock my doors
Let's to start, to earn cruise
To build a nest within love rose
Adore you much, looking forward
To keep in touch, even one word
Eager to fly, to reach sward
Where your face, shines on board
You're the star, you're my sun
You're in heart, the only one
Grow love seed, before ge...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 2:41 pm
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