The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy

Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,

He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor

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 humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping

I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.

If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness.

Fire and Water sensations rinses and rises as a dutiful procedure. Felt within,

If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.

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

Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…

You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…

Little black rocks dotted the side… as I held my gaze down there. What was I doing here... almost crippled by fear No, I’m doing this.