a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
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
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
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…
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
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
