He is my Sun. I am his moon. He is the greater light. I reflect the light he pours upon me. We dance around the sky for all the world to see. This love affair we share is mystically wonderful.
A tilted world leaves an artist performing on a tilted stage. This is my lyrical account of the experience.
Digging deep into the heart of the living, I exposed the unspoken thoughts of the mind, the ignored feelings of the soul. Poetically, I gave the heart and mind a chance to recite their testimonies. And, they did, beautifully.
To celebrate Poetry Month, which is April, I did a spoken-word poetry special with short videos for Instagram. At the end of the month, I took most of the poems created during the special down and turned them into an Anchor album. I hope you enjoy digging deep. Thanks for viewing. 🙏
Dreams are far more than a goal conceived by minds. They are whispers and desires of hearts. đź–¤
Every lover wants to be held through the joy and sorrow, through time and space.
Even when one passes they only move on to another place. Oh, My Love, he moved on but I still think of him daily, and I write of him daily. So, R.I.P, My Long Lost Love đź–¤
She loved him so much that she drank from his poisonous love even though she knew it was lethal.
It is the poem of all corpses, all skeletons and even all of the ghosts who haunt the world’s lands.