Writing wiggly words in a woody world uncurling on pages from trees crossing the seas of our souls riding the rails of slavery telling tales of bravery you and me read We.
to Divorce Children will want to Stay where a Soul can Play.
time perceive leave grieve why? souls cry tears dry
Note to Anger
Note to Anger go away you come knocking knowing i’m home say you don’t wanna roam you like me just as well you press my bell smiling beguilingly through a peep hole to my soul