A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
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
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
