I tiptoe like an uninvited guestin a partywhere I was dropped from the skyJeez, I did not gatecrashthis place is crazier than imagination I tiptoe lest the ground partsunderground sounds are scarier than HellI check my wings for reactivationbut someone up there holds controlsneeds to see where I was dropped I tiptoe for souls with … Continue reading Tiptoeing
Home was where they all knew my nameI was loved for what I was – nothing to dowith my past history or probable future“She has potential”, they lovingly saidmy father smiled, Mom shed a tear of joy Competition was intense within those wallslarge windows offered no view or reprieveeach grade mattered like the last breathnot … Continue reading Five spaces to love and hate
“Who says you can’t buy love?”A billboard screams….soft, tiny barking soundslight up the placeThey sell puppies hereinvite peopleto give them a home. But seriously, can I?Are there other beingswho find their way into hearts?make any place their homewith love and loyaltybrand it with indelible memoriespranks, sweetness,love, just loveand some more love… Sometimesthey leave the home … Continue reading A place called Home
Eugenia talks about getting cosy here.. And don't miss her self-introduction About Eugenia “I would rather be amongst forest animals and the sound of nature, than amongst city traffic and the noise of man.” Anthony D. Williams. https://amanpan.blog/2020/05/08/home-sweet-home/
