Fall To The Wayside

October the month of pumpkins and candy corn, Witches, black cats, black hats and broom sticks "I am the granddaughter of the Witches you could not burn" A sentiment held close to my heart even when burdened The scent of allspice and clove, wishful thinking Permeate, intoxicate and spin off earthly desires Mindset, hibernation; hoping …

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Burn Out Blues And Bust

Organic moon light heart pounding brilliance bursting from the seams slipping from the sidewalls of a passion pit Fumbling for the remote control flip the switch from brilliance to boredom... And some where out there is the second coming of my redemption The second coming of a new day with promise and intention Lasting longer …

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