I am sorry that I missed yr call today I might have been getting the mail No, I didn’t hear the message on the machine…
Leave a CommentI am sorry that I missed yr call today I might have been getting the mail No, I didn’t hear the message on the machine…
Leave a CommentI want freedom from the every day I want freedom from responsibilities That I was endowed with I want to sing and dance all day…
1 CommentLife is mirrors Just watching yourself in Windex Never noticing splotches or rain Always clean and strong, always. Until you take a step and realize…
Leave a CommentThinking moon thangz under moon beamz to the most moving of musical melodyz and lyricz befitting them lyrically lyk itz literally meant to be, but…
8 CommentsHa been wryting the prettiest thingz for the moon for yearz and then my damned friend has to go along and ask “but what if…
2 CommentsCome closer and lend me an ear, try to shed a single tear. To help numb the inner pain not having you in my arms…
1 Commentlate in this night much later than the middle of this night when all the stars were the brightest by the dimmest light light of…
1 CommentNothing to do now Listening to Eighties Dreaming of the past
1 CommentYr smile is the sun Forget the fog in yr eyes I’ll worship the brightness of yr soul For I, dream many more of these…
1 CommentHave you ever had a profound realization that everyone: strangers, friends, family members, has a life as vivid and complex as your own? I have.…
4 CommentsCamouflaged, new version of genocide humanity’s rights lie in balance diasfora of stars update those old poems nothing lasts forever. Drawings of influence popular understanding…
4 CommentsRivers run Places New destinies Anywhere Great beyond To land of gold Many miles paddle Beyond New world Always Searching Pot of gold
Leave a CommentUpon the coal-black river dreaming rock chipped silver he saw armies clash by night, flashing swords like a scene from history, mustering, feeding an army…
Leave a CommentA tavern built on misdeeds and insurrection, House of rascals, whisky and imperfection A hideaway for rebels and racketeers, Where drinks are served to outlaws…
4 CommentsMAN LOOK I DONE PRAYED SO MANY TIMES LOOKED FOR A BUTTON FOR A REWIND YOUNG USE TO WINE AND WAS POOR GOD NEVER HEARD…
Leave a Commententer the city in your own time choose your own pace the streets enter the building touch the door smell the history climb the stairway…
Leave a CommentAINT TRYNA TUG OF WAR OR GO BACK AND FORTH WITH YOU BUT YOU WAS POPING LIKE A GUN SO I AIMED FOR YOU OUT…
Leave a CommentBug ridden droplets in saliva Needing a gas mask for fatal Breath, entrenched by Hyper-globalized canals. Sand bag archipelagos wrapped In recycled plastic, sturdy enough…
Leave a CommentI’ll slay the dragon That has imprisoned you And unwrap yr blindfold As I break the tombstone I watch you fly in the blue sky…
1 CommentThis is a stupid love poem I wish I never wrote it I rehersed it a thousand times To recite it right Hoping he would…
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