right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
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 misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
