Upon a world
A life unlived
Now arisen
What time will
Be given
Running from a
Pool of regrets
No matter how fast
I still get wet
Upon a world
A life unlived
Now arisen
What time will
Be given
Running from a
Pool of regrets
No matter how fast
I still get wet
My head tilt does not change who I am and how much i am loved.
I even have new crowns to accompany the new me ❤️πͺΆπ¦π
Each day the gift of a little lifetime
Unseen pain in every corner every vein
Lurking waiting to appear
It’s silent voice
Only We can hear.
So please be kind
This is real
We hope this way
You never feel.
I have had several mini strokes over these few weeks, now I have a funky head tilt but I don’t miss a beat. Just look at my pretty dancing feets. Mommy and daddy hand feed me when i get tired, I still bites them when it is required. Now mommy will design me a brand new crown . So good to have ones humans around . Magic Mikey king
queen and everything in between π³️πLove is a symphony of hearts joy and cacophony
Will someone take me home today
And if they do,
Will they let me stay.
Wounds need to heal
Takes time to trust
Please give us that time
So we all can adjust
a heart that is whole
is the heart that heals
that knows its role
makes all cruelty kneel
the heart that is open...
to whatever it finds
is a heart of intelligence
and compassionate mind
Today is national take your dog to work day…alright play hooky and go to the beach instead...psst don’t say it was my idea ❤️π€ͺπΎπ⛱☀️
My name is Magic Mikey. I am DNA tested male with an ovary π³️πand keeper of two humans . This is the more annoying one. She “sings” and constantly takes pics…ergo biodies revenge ❤️π¦πͺΆπ€ͺ
I am special needs senior and I adopted my seniors in September of 2014. I have many health issues but life is good and my humans obey me without question. Humans can be trained
giraffe
Little pretty moves so fast
Darting by
As life goes passed
Sitting pretty for a moment or so
Looks around
Then time to go
to some they seem a pair of featherless skinny pegs
but to my mommy and daddySparrows petite pretty
do not understand
Human obsession with
The largesse of grand
The grandeur of small
Is just as tall
The clouds question
Of why they are mysteries
Of poems they inspire
Of moods they convey
Clouds are clouds
Until the sun drives
Them away
Love looks not at the calendar
Nor cares about time or date
Love lingers on every moment
For more love,
Love cannot wait.
Portals for all that chose to be
A part of what was there to see
From their heartbeats
Naturally