She gets a lot of loveIn the heat of the dayBumble bees, butterfliesHoney bees and hover flies Crowd and court herShe is heavy with thirsty bugsWhen the sun finally falls The bees and butterflies Go to bedThe bushels rustle She is left alone Save...

In our heads there's constant chatter,from whom we're not quite sure. A lying, devious, silly voice that most of us endure.The chatter never seems to stop it blethers while I type. Sometimes it uses fancy words, but mainly words...

calling on the winds let me flytending to the thoughts that have been utteredin secrets keep, tulips of doubtand of course this is coded for the immortalseeking the horse earlymetaphysical understandingmysticysim in a glanceglad I got your attentionthis affliction...