(2015)
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Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled
She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…
I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,
As I sat on that dark misty cliff… and felt the tips of the ocean bel… lightly on my face, in comfort or… by that sun burst into the world w… The sea beneath my dangling feet r…
An echoing melody breezed through… swinging from the tops of green fo… and melted the defenses of the mou… Everything seemed to disappear thi… I was in myself a different way.
Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…
I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,
Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair
Life to me is covered by a velvet sheet, suffocating me with rich fabric and delicate dreams.
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…