he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

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

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away