Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…

There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality

You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan… that sings the songs of days for d… I will hear that greatness, let us… Rising to the world,

The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness

You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots

Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…

Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me

The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.

There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.

I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…

She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,

Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on… spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall,