I like watching those tiny tots at the beach. It’s kind of listening to the ballads. Like the slow build up when someone strums up, They come, holding on to the li’l finger of Parents or rather these days Mostly, grandparents. Casting eyes here and there Kicking sand everywhere.. Now you see them tugging On the hands and command “come come”. It’s a joy to watch them trot Around wriggly giggly beaming at Everyone and amused at Themselves, mainly.
And then, cued on a crescendo, They would just take off, Leaving the hapless parents on a Chasing spree spreading Cheers and sunshine around. Like spirits sans shackles, Lifting above far and beyond.
Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club