While in Hell I notice the crimson blink of ligh… in the corner of my wine glass and it reminds me of the million e… that litter this unlikely landscap…
It was once said that were the meaning of life to b… laughter would ring from the rooft… And in worlds next to ours from subatomic to supernova
Did you know the wind is created b… And when the wolves are silent The moon howls?
The blow from my karma ripped a hole in my ego that let the pain pour in to awaken my heart
I release you There is no need for pain or guilt There is only the Tao, rightful f… We are still share the same waters… And I am glad
In the fertile bed of anguish angels drop new seeds and I see now that water for these… is made of tears and the passing of a drought
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…
Like mango Spilling into the sky And the gasp that follows, our sur… And under the brown skin of this t… Currents whisper deeper than we ev…
Leopard in a snow white dress, you… Soft as a lotus petal and strong a… The way the sand moves, and the mo… These are your fellow dancers And many are the feathers that sha…
Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability
Last night I turned a corner, and… And in the light between the trees… I saw this new horizon, not bound… And looking at the pebble, knew, t… Had led me to another land, the sa…
Here we go Like the dust bowl families that w… Learning to stretch the bread and… And still found gritty smiles for… Here we go again
Seven abominations, the ages of ma… Seven altars, where the angels sta… Seven assistants, of the bears and… Seven blessings in silent words Seven bowls, for the breath of nig…
To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel