As promised, here is another installment from my poetic past.
I have often compared roller coasters to creativity. Up and down and all around they go. Both are as exhilirating as they are intimidating.

Whenever we fall
Why does creativity call
The silence screams
Nothing is what it seems
Send in my relief
Ignore it with disbelief
A smile would quiver
In that ice cold river
Where is that place
Filled with grace
Climb the ladder
To everything that would matter
Take this thing in stride
You best buckle up
And enjoy the ride
BeLove © 2017

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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