“Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.”

I built these walls around me to shelter you from my hurricane mind. Now I must weather the storm alone.

Double up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.

Travel through the stars with me in my nostalgic dream of summer nights, white wine, and sleeping under nature’s canopy.

She’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.

Mirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.

She loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.

An old song; a whiff of perfume; nostalgia let’s me time travel back to you.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

What your eyes read is what your mind eats.

Father told me that if I ever met a lady in a dress like yours, I must look her straight in the eyes.

Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.

But I don’t think the Democratic Party is at eye level with the middle class.

Obstacles are like wild animals. They are cowards but they will bluff you if they can. If they see you are afraid of them… they are liable to spring upon you; but if you look them squarely in the eye, they will slink out of sight.

Opportunities? They are all around us There is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary’s eyes, and Mary was blind.

Go forward in life with a twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face, but with great purpose in heart.