when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

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

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

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

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

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

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities