Upon Awakening

Upon awakingI find my face littered with pixie dustWith no possibilities of fakingI’ve been visiting paradise, I trust Off chasing adventure in the streams& you thought I fell asleep on my bookNeverland is not only in my dreamsBut these scars caused clearly by a hook

Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn

Where is my absurd little coffee this mornClaiming to be something or otherI rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyesNever forget the dreams they try to smotherMy gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefullyOur love burnt brightly into a passionate fireI stretch my legs & smile at a job well doneShe’ll slumber for a while, forContinue reading “Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn”