I am not owed anything
There is no obligation
nor allegiance to pledge
I can only hope
I am a light he seeks
oxygen unto his blood
a complex book to study
a work of art to contemplate…
I wonder if
he considers me
as I, He
he owes me nothing…
poetry and musings from a sensual soul
A place where words come alive
"I feel the rush of your love through my entirety and I know in this very moment of my existence this is where I belong" - The Creative Chic
the world turns on a word
lines - poems - verse fiction - writing life - reviews
My soul connection/twin flame journey
Welcome to my world.
YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE
PIECES OF ME...
By. A. A. Thomas
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
A Life in Words
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
I Prefer Not To.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Poetry of M 
oxygen, book, art…nice flow to your thoughts in this brief example of your talent!
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Thank you Rob. Sometimes i feel my words are flat… but instead of censoring them and/or delete them. I let them fall flat if need be to reach the underlying words…perhaps more to balance
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We both know we just have to let them flow and see where the ink dries.
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As beautiful as you, your words
As deep as you, your poetry
Both so complex yet lovely
Both so excited yet stopping
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So lovely P gentle kind words. Thank you!
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You are welcome beautiful soul M
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Wonderful ☀️
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