Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
Change from umbra to blue
My internal storm
For far too long I used the inability to be what I was in my youth as an excuse to not be the best I could be now. I’m not planning on getting back into dance or body building but this extra flab gotta go. I want to feel better in body and spirit so I had a funeral for my youth and am looking forward to the next phase ‘cause I got shit to do.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #146: Clouds