decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
every song smoking drinking partying with
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
