(2013)
To believe in the physical fire theory which led mankind to a civilizing light is to trust in more
Bright light, child of sunbirds flying as high as any soul can into the end, beyond the beginning focused brightness.
Silence holds me as it’s prisoner my self’ inner child cries out for a complete release from solitude; does not quiet, a soul s…
Decrement, or reduction of things, like values say, the lack of taste for wanton and destructive wars or conflict’s victory at any cost, when subject to morale’s revenues
The bard, the muse, the low versif… each the times bemoan; stressed by compassion’s grasp, ingrained word sown life disowns; individualist rare, previews minds…
Selfish stoats wear familiar gloat… and fear a radar static’ scalping “Aqualung” to Jethro’s “bird” that spitting thing that Elle Mae broke the neck of…
Belief, faith; trust; dust on your… and worsted wooly things in the co… dust balls as such or hair balls;… took down her hair yesterday, all… just like “A Former Pastor of the…
Explosive this separation, life’s bloods from life’s souls; one’s minds sneering thoughts, offering beating hearts death’s sh… gnashing grinds implying signs,
A call of love is heard winds of wish find you tonight open please your life for heart and soul love reignite wet your lips, kiss the dream
un-American oligarchy; a peculiar felicity recognized as disgusting and an articulation constantly charged with interesting gaps, between unequal situations, advocated as that neo-em...
Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr… an interest sought upon thought’s… consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei… mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu… intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos…
Anyone can write… and drown in their self-delusions; from persons into personifications lists of passions, glorify self’s… down those lists,
In these long nights I welcome sleep, yet I am deprived of dreaming’s please, hin… by hot thoughts and lack of comfor… strong drink and companionship; th…
Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,
each thought, on a breath inclined of indecision trails failing embers
