You’re making people I’m making memories

This place is new Unchartered You’re making people I’m making memories I’m discovering life Some days I believe in new things Knowing I’m alive Wanting to be active, participating, creating in the world Those days I want a new fishing pole I want a sewing machine I want a good camera I want to make…

The Harvest of An Idealist

This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…