Winds like giant breaths spoke life into the dead with a chilling verse. This was a night to reanimate

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…

There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,

Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…

I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,

You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan… that sings the songs of days for d… I will hear that greatness, let us… Rising to the world,

Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on… spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall,

I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,

Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me

I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.

In the distance, slight tapping of… Festival creating renewed life, wa… the origin of the location unknown… Then upbeat rhythm kicks in, Announcing a different style of ce…

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots

I have been built up~ Brick by brick I am built up. In my mind a developing song, I want to sing to you all day long… I am healing from my woes,