Clay

You think a broken vessel is all I desire But child a willing one is what I require I want clay that molds and shapes in my hand Make it ready for the wheel by kneading out the man You impress with good deeds and and faux sacrifice You think the effort you muster will … More Clay

Speaking Flowers

Speaking flowers He whispered soft flowers to her ears She laid on his words and would for years The problem with whispers is they can be lost in the noise So was the cause of her withered spirit He yelled then He screamed “Love, sweet baby, Beautiful, I’m still here. Listen, dear heart, I’m still … More Speaking Flowers