Write IN Verse

I’ve never sung for my supper But I guess it isn’t too late to start It’s not just the coffee that I’m  Aiming for but to be a part Of something Bigger than me by far Urban Solace has soul And plays a significant role In the lives of artistes, painters, poets and writers Wish I could go there this March 21st On #WorldPoetryDay And exchange notes With other creative folk.

I've been here before This place where the heart is empty But sadness hasn't visited yet This place where the moonbeams fall but the willows don't bend to my will This place where the crows come cawing But the drongos fly away from. That's the sanctum sanctorum of my existence I'm a yin without a yang

Stark. Naked. Trembling. Wrinkled. At the Fountain of youth. The eternal wellspring of blooming wealth Waiting at its feet for redemption. To be claimed by it And made whole again To last for all eternity Till every inch of you Glows like gold And sparkles like diamonds Isn't that your dream # Ag ing