that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
