I am sorry
if I took to long.
I thought I’d found
where it is I ought
to belong.
It seems as though
that I thought wrong.
Leave it to me
to the find the place
I need not be.
While I am here
I’ll continue to circle this sphere
just a little longer
with an instinct
only getting stronger.
Habit has fallen extinct
by way of addiction’s conquer.
From my head
I try to escape
the shift of wicked’s shape.
In my heart
I rearrange the space
touched by a thought
that I must retrace,
while sifting through
the emotional waste
of a desire displaced.
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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