Is this a dream
Or just some dramatic change of scene
Something spiritual
Has blessed my soul
This hand was never meant to fold
Not even for the rich mans gold
I look at love
As if it was a gamble
A certain memory
Reminds me
Why I always ramble
Headed elsewhere
Where life and love
Make sense
It’s a place
With a deepness dense
That it could only exist
Between a dream
Or in a simple kiss
Where else would seem
 Like a home where
Happiness hints
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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