Ganesha

Releasing the past, No longer needing to spazz, Because from the last, I came back with a blast, & At last, I am free. I believe in the Divine, So I rely on their time, For a man who wants to pour into my cup, & Smell the grapes within my whine, So please believe that I’m fine, Not even trying to rhyme. Beloved continues to chisel my soul, This abundance I deserve, So drop the bullshht, & Smile at what’s mine. . . . . . . For this time, It is I; The star that shines. Continue reading Ganesha