I left my home
From here I roam
Outward for the day
My mind is spent
It’s long since went
To the oceans, shores & bays
I stand aside
The rippling tide
My promises bind me still
My will be strong
Songs don’t belong
To open and reveal
Came this day
From blur to gray
Sift sand between my toes
I’ve long since known
To find a home
It’s outward I must roam.
:::dcb
LAUGH
If we could all bathe in the sink, we would.
About Me
- David Borlo
- March 3rd, 1970 on top of a hill in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was released into the world according to God's catch and release program. Ever since then I have been swimming my way back up stream. Along the way I have discovered a few things. One, I love making up new words. It worked for Shakespeare. Two, I love the feel of the ocean breeze and three, I love my family. I have been writing poems on and off for 20 years and am hopeful that somewhere in the words you are inspired to be apart of this expression we call life.
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