A procreative
force
it makes babies,
but there’s
no babies.
Sacred fun.
Recreational bliss.
And yet I’m lonely.
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Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
A procreative
force
it makes babies,
but there’s
no babies.
Sacred fun.
Recreational bliss.
And yet I’m lonely.
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss