All is not lost as the grace and lifelines set me free
Walking a tightrope between sanity and ecstasy
Isolated in observational reverence of manifestations made rich
Gathering the last remnants of old parts fractured by insignificance in the eyes of the devil
Working past flashes of glory and victory made in memory and pastimes
Left rising out of a battered soul carrying the burden of German blood and African drums
Channeling all that is in me to make good on a promise set by a soft voice in yonder
Flashing through karmic distortions feeding on the nectar of the hummingbird and the spit of creation
Leaving a legacy of difference in the intention of forgotten and the wandering of spirit
Mercy on me to be the one who sheds light on all faults in a distant people and inquiring mind
Never ending the story of bruised knees and start over again to see it painted a new color
Walking a narrow thread between sorrow and jubilation.
Accepting love donations to contribute to my writing quest. No amount is too small to keep the dream alive. "A buck don't suck"