Sweet talkers…

I never bet on pretty words.
Believe in half of what I hear.
What you say won’t move me, dear.
It’s what you do, so there.

Save the sugar for a cake.
Don’t sprinkle it,
don’t spill,
don’t waste.

The best things in this life are free.
I can’t afford sweet talkers.

Meeting You Again…

I know you like we’ve met before,
two thousand years ago or so…
I can always see your soul inside.

We’re different in many ways
The way we move through time and space
But there’s a twin vibration in our eyes. Read More