Poems from cconselyea
There seems not to be enough time in the day,
nor moments where I can offer you my praise.
But now that I have taken some time,
I simply...
Start with an organic beat,
Embellish it, make it new.
Create, borrow, infuse,
Add to the silence,
Develop a beautiful blend.
Take the...
Black coffee, dirty nails,
Calloused hands open a morning paper.
Smeared ink, mirrored print,
A gloomy world must be brightened somehow.
A...