I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
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…
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan
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…
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease