plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

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

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

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

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

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

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

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