I am unsure why, when I’m alone in this cell, I start to dwell, on heaven and hell. Much I have lost within these four walls, lost, gone, insignificant to all. Wanting right now, as my mind is dense. In this hole, this hole of belligerence. Salvation from above can it really rescue me? beforeContinue reading “Keeping Faith”
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Thoughts in my old mans truck
We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border. In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelight I know a part of heaven my eyes have seen. Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong. IContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”
Smith Shine Poetry 