Love Sonnet LXIX   Love isn’t always on time, sometimes it travels back country roads, avoiding ruts and detours, and often, gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead   ends. And then, then you come across an open field filled with Blue Bells and Poppies, swaying to African...

The world is anorphan's broken toy.Heart like a ferrel hog,untamed by cages andstarvation.The depth of misery andelation sink dripping teethinto ripe peaches.Come on in.Ignore the floating, bloatedbodies.There's a pool of Shalomsomewhere.We all want to be healed.

They say time is grace.Others say she is a disgrace.Her hair grows long with time. And when a new opportunity comes,she trims it.And life moves on.They say she is cold and cruel. For she doesn't give us endless minutes.Never endless moments.Untill...