This approaching dawn looks brighter than the others. The Orioles song seems sweeter than I remember. The fog I had resigned myself to living with
HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same
This life is amazing. It really sucks though. Sometimes. It is like Rosemary’s baby. Her head is spinning in circles in a movie called Psycho. She
Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history, is the story of our love; a spiritual decree. Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting
My body is your sacred chalice. Pour your hungry heart into my thirsty soul. Swim in the warm waters of my mind. More than this, there’s nothing. Wash your wounds in the sea of me.
I believe I was meant to live after the deluge. I was an innocent in the time of the great plague, yet I survived where all others fell. I believe I was meant to live before & after the great plague. That is the reason the why you are here also; we were meant to live after the fall; before & after the great deluge.
I once witnessed A brilliant platinum galaxy Abruptly vanish Into a hovering cloud Of dense Erotic black * I saw a stunning world Hanging on
My name is Prophet, but they call me, “hey, you!” I am a penniless drifter shod poorly, diseased and despised. I sing for a seat near
Throw caution to the wind. She knows what to do with it. Follow me. We’ll have fun playing under the desert sun. I’m not asking for your hand n marriage. I stand too much to lose. As you, I need to be free. I am. That’s why I am fond of you. I see me in you & I love what I see. You have wings that never stop flapping. You are the great Gossamer.
I am alive. I Have been crippled, but I am not lame. I have been forever scared deeply etched into my soul’s flesh, but now I hear a song. Now, that war is over. I hear music even when it isn’t playing. I know I shall sing once again.
Do you remember the cliffs of desire where we first met at the edge of the world near the temple of the heart where a forgiving ocean meets the grateful sky? Do you remember Frey, the golden bear who wished us well?
I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. “Life is short but terribly eternal.” Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.
INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL
I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES.
YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME.
Their mirrors reflected wondrous images. Among them were holy men washing the feet of beggar men & the women who keep the fires burning dancing a fantastic dance, millions of them & more but numbers do not go up that high, especially where numbers don’t count at all.
Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping tea on the lips of
Riding out this storm tonight, I’m reminded of that fateful night, When thunder rocked the southern sky And good, kind Richard had to die. Near La Jolla upon the