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

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second