Blankets of clouds cover the earth like Serenity has come to tuck us all in. But the war on peace blockades such sleep. We lay in concrete jungles and crush the dreams of future roses because our buds are more important. It's nippy outside. Individualistic ideologies try to become apart of societal infrastructures but crumble … Continue reading The Brave Grow Old
I love him.
Still Those arms are reaching north
The phoenix loved from inside of him
We know your thinking holds consequences and it tries to bury our truths but our truths are seeds and will always bear fruit.
Punctuate. Original thought Clauses; Impossible platitudes Avoiding tradition Failing to be more than a poet’s past. Writer, storyteller, history maker: there is nothing more to be done if everything has already been repeated into common places. Pounded into dust, “Gone with the Wind”, drifting through time to pay homage to nothing new. White space … Continue reading Cliché
The moon knows there are stories here. It waits for them to be told as if history preludes it. As if the stories will change when spoken again. As if the stories mattered.
Alcohol is a hell of a drug but it’s not to blame.
Neither can roar