if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
