avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

i am my own ghost i am haunted

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song