September 16, 2019

Bourbon of Kentucky how so you do?

4 bottles later & look what I flew.

Not a plane but many words.

And verbs I stewed.

Summer disturbed.

Who woulda’…


Stories legit.

Now a connoisseur with it.

No driving for there’s a price.

And everything to do so with it — DUI.

Dimwit… the former me also the ignorance of free.

Writing from below concrete feelings to words I spree.

Coming down to harvest a faith in step, and a promise you kept!

Half gone but the work’s sublime — no money but that’s fine.

The meaning in dollars will come after self is described.

Bold and old, 32 years told, now my past I scold.

Better yet lessons untold, & failures to unfold.

To be honest I love this person I behold.

Not everyone understands me.

It’s a blessing to hold.

Painful to mold.

I get it though.

Dreams are…


Most will,

Give up:(

But you Bourbon.

I’ve drank plenty of you.

Ice cubed in my glass cups.


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I once thought long & hard about the challenges we give ourselves daily, of finding an eternal feeling of joy and abundance. Through inspirational explorations of my past, I've digested each experience with gratitude. Here on you'll see what allows me to display my enthusiastic lifestyle. Allowing the words to be my vehicle through creativity, elegance, and wit.

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