in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
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…
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”