Love poem.

For me, your strikes do not represent a hindrance to my everyday existence; they merely serve as a reminder of why it is fools such as yourself and those that rally to your call should in fact find themselves out of work and shunned by society at large.

You are my bracing moisture

Nourishes the garden of my heart

My lovely joy, desired flower of my soul

Wherever I am, I’ll yearn for you.

People do not own eachother.

We can learn a great deal from the characteristcs of birds and beasts. If humans could only emulate some of the aspects of their inborn qualities, there would be peace on earth, and peace within ourselves, no more conflicts of self-interest, no more terror, no more wars and no more illegitimate territorial gains.

A wonderful dream about a time in the future suddenly ripped out of your mind….

Entanglement of the flesh…

It is difficult to celebrate someone’s life when they are so close to death.

Side by side.

Poetry of dedicated love…