the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

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…