Living in the Moments

As a poet I find,
that my words often make decisions for themselves.

With every heart,
Within every comment,
The strength to write on.

Landsdowne Park at 16,
They play “Wish You Were Here”,
I see the smoke cloud rise,
as the warm smell envelopes us.
4:20 Memory.

Elusive sleep calls,
Into Dreaming I fall with
Wishes and Silence.

Eyelids flutter closed,
As the Dawn overtakes the Night,
the Dreaming begins.


Please Check out my Patreon and contribute should you wish to.
Always remember Poetry isn’t a Choice.

Also, I’m still working on my Passion Project, my Poetry collection, In Media Rêves. Check out my GoFundMe and contribute if you would like.


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