Untimely Wisdom

like a flower who bloomed too soon, I witnessed the harshes of winters, alonepelted with acidic rain no chance to glisten with dew,only frost, fragrance diffusedI welt before decaying leaves,  my flush foreign amongst fraying faculties,couldn't fathom following throughas a phantom into the spring- B. Brown

Where is the Balance?

when I have to convince myself that maybe you too could have a penny for me a coppery cent to fund my stimulation organization that you'll help me grow keep my vines thriving bearing fruit from our labor oh, I can just taste it now a candied poison berry flavor but I have to hope... Continue Reading →

My Pardon

I leave my dark work to karma, your blows will only produce poetry after I've turned the other cheek, uplifting me -B. Brown (art courtesy of Pinterest, but if anyone knows the artist, please enlightenment me because I love this style)  

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