the garden is anywhere you can water a root

unfamiliar destinations and sanctuaries.  spraying sirens solemnly in the Saturday sun.

Lost yet not stolen. Running but not sprinting in the ever glow of the stolen sunsets.

Seduction surrenders the smiles that are shining in the shade.

The sun stares solely in the steady serenade of this siren.

The piercing pondering pucker lips are passive to allow the phoenix to fly.

the wait wonders in the walk.

it is easy to believe because you have to have a lie in between it all.

unfamiliar destinations and sanctuaries.  spraying sirens solemnly in the Saturday sun.

Lost yet not stolen. Running but not sprinting in the ever glow of the stolen sunsets.

Seduction surrenders the smiles that are shining in the shade.

The sun stares solely in the steady serenade of this siren.

The piercing pondering pucker lips are passive to allow the phoenix to fly.

the wait wonders in the walk.


it is easy to believe because you have to have a lie in between it all.

unfamiliar territory feeling vulnerably vile and voluptuously violated.

veronica was a very good name to use 

And this bird you cannot change..

Free Bird.

She was a bird with broken wings. She broke a lot of promises. She broke a lot of rules. But most of all her heart was broken. No it was shattered into a thousand intricate pieces and it was scattered in Philadelphia, Charlotte, New York, and of course New Jersey.

She now is settling down and migrated South yet again but for some reason this time is completely different. She no longer is masking her face with fake tan and eye liner, it always smeared anyway. She is not kissing strangers in hope they will tell her that she is beautiful and she will magically believe it. She knows that her beauty is engraved inside her soul. The rhythm of this new life has a different melody. All the songs she hears and all the people she encounters have a different glow than she noticed before.

Sure she has some pain and treacherous bruises from her past but that does not nor will it define her future. She must live in the present. What is difficult for this bird to understand the concept is letting go of her past. Her story is not who she is, it is what gives her the strength to carry on.

Sure she will write anonymously. She likes her name yet her alias names are much more seductive. She always wants to fly and be free but the only way to reach the sky is if she takes a moment, reflects and lets out a sigh and stays in one place.

Sometimes trusting is kind of a crapshoot someone told her. But she would rather live in truth and ignore the lies that molded the image of who she thought she should be

She is deciding to stop defying nature. She is here in this world to share love and light. She is more than just a good time. She is a gift, just like everyday is a new present to open and be delighted to unwrap the paper.

  

silence is more like a pearl. soft and docile.

i had an extreme array of alliterations.  everyone called me long island. so let em. let em think im that shallow. they think someone can be that hollow? Did they really see the eyes because those brown spears cannot be a falsity. They see the glimpse of the moment and gossip. And oh what is that? she is not from here? She must be only trying to grab attentions..is what they all interpet her outbursts and sincere shout outs. Noone should try to. Why can't they let them be and let the damn girl tell you what it means

look at me? look at your face

this is only a temporary tapestry that is intertwined with different threads and sides to the stories that truly happened and truly affected each individual very differently. it is just only acceptable to think your concept of how to deal and handle the moments in life to your best design that everyone is a silly fool to think otherwise...

welll doll your right.

"I hope one day you will remember this moment". The stranger sincerely stared at her pittiful mess of a face that early Sunday Morning. Wait it is actually Monday Morning. She barelyhas a grasp on the time of the day let alone the sub way scheduelle. No wonder the express was running she thought. She had way too much fun that Sunday Funday. Funny since they preach that Sunday is the day of rest and relaxation. She stumbled up and smiled and gave him a half ass compliment. Sure he meant well but what does that train wreck know anything about me? Besides that a snow bunny is leaving the streets of North Philly at 6 in the morning with a see through polyester shirt. She did not like that he was right and his absolute and reasoning behind anything evil and bad comes from ignoring the light of being righteous and bla bla bla bullshit. He wanted to send her some spiritual serenity but he steered her into a sea of sadness because she did not believe a word he said to her. How can this be the defining moment of my adult life?




How can anything ever happen if you keep running away. Sometimes it is good to take a nap from the negativity and wake up with a wond of wonderous witt.

Stumble into a new scene and dont recollect previous scenes from a different play. Every act is never performed the same way. Stay in character. Noone can quite portray an original role if the words are performed by improv. Life is one big improvisation. So do not worry if you studder or hault on a heartfelt humble that is hidden behind the smiles. The sincere soul is scared by the scares given after your eyes are piercing the person in front of you.