the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
