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beyond and beyond
brown sugar and
cinnamon morning
coffee in my
cup
coffin nails in
my head
i won't climb to
the top of the
mountain any
longer
instead
I'll tear the fucking
mountain down and
bring the top to me
live now
die now
it matters
little
we are bolts of
lightening flying
across a night
dark sky
our fury, looking
for an ancient
tree of wisdom
to splinter
as we scream
towards a
hollow
God
Published 26th Mar 2022
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26th Mar 2022 6:05am
Dear BK,
I appreciate the strength and determination in this piece. I’ve decided in the end, we only have our own inner grit to rely on and to make it happen we have to tear down the mountain and bring the top to ourselves. Love that! H🌷
I appreciate the strength and determination in this piece. I’ve decided in the end, we only have our own inner grit to rely on and to make it happen we have to tear down the mountain and bring the top to ourselves. Love that! H🌷
26th Mar 2022 8:26am
Thank you , my dear Honoria. Very much appreciated. Keep tearing that mountain down, and sooner or later that top is going to reach you.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
27th Mar 2022 7:31am
28th Mar 2022 2:50am
28th Mar 2022 7:18pm
BK, you always dispense that wisdom, that gumption with a different point of view most of us don't think of.
Well done.
Well done.
30th Mar 2022 00:46am
Many thank, wally. The truth of it is that i have lots of random thoughts...lol.
hugs,
buddhakitty
hugs,
buddhakitty
