Lick my finger so I can scan your table of contents- fuck the index- I yearn to ride your story line.
Brandi L. BatesThat night I wasn't reading your palm...I was monogramming my fingerprints on the sidewalks of your lifeline.
Brandi L. BatesThe sky is a tight gray sheet of Baroque prose pulled snug
Brandi L. BatesTags: ruminations
All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things.
Brandi L. BatesSuccessful people replace the words “wish”, “should” and “try” with “I will”.
Brandi L. BatesI marveled over the cosmic metaphors in my life. Found that all I needed to see and all I needed to know; all I needed to understand could be found in a constellation shaped like the Big Dipper.
Brandi L. BatesAll I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven.
Brandi L. BatesMagic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips.
Brandi L. BatesWith you in my hand I can travel across the universe in one verse and skip moons to the tunes of Miles or Coltrane.
Brandi L. BatesSo I watch my sadness, gleaming in all of its soft pastel glory. And I listen to the arguments against my sanity.
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