August 2011
14 posts
Watch2 minutes and 2 seconds as the storm arrives…
Second hand sickness
Death lingers in bright soothing colors of corporate packaging. Cancer sells the people are buying in droves when it drove us into a suffocating cloud of poison, cough wheeze, can’t breathe, this disease is a plague- Post nasal drip of blood on a slaves back, break a pack open and sell trade of stocks stay solid on the trade of disease death black lungs ammonia and arsenic stick. Money and...
Wild at Heart, safe in my own skin...
This is a free write, a short story, or perhaps a page pulled out of a book that i have yet to write. Call it what you will, it just came to me so I wrote it.
To my beloved music, you have hurt and healed me, you have scarred and raised me up from the depths….
silence is the only sound when your eyes stare off through the window across the room, wondering what if- a life that...
Watching the world go by outside
The air outside is warm and dry
Watching the world go by outside
A vision of you drifts in the air as I stare on to distant stars and lights
Watching the world go by outside
Too close to the feeling inside it’s in the air tonight
Watching the world go by outside
As I am serenaded by Nick Drake and I draw a sigh
Watching the world go by outside
Longing for me to be there by your side...
The roads scarred children
I found this scribbled on a napkin in my pocket, honestly don’t recall writing it:
What dreams we dream of how it all seems to be on the “open road” life of vagabond needs to be addressed in text- as if words could bring a realization to the reality of the way it is in truth- where sadness lives behind the eyes and scars stretch over the canvas’s of flesh - numbing...
