everything's broken make it all new I know I'm alive I'm near being through I worked on myself it's all I can do It's almost over now in a world split in two.
wish a wish be a man with a plan however so big no matter how grand look down at the ground at the grave we all dig was done in our past fall down in the grass and look what you did be happy and free to an end coming at last. for it comes … Continue reading a man with a plan
when you've been living long you feel the countryside in your bones creation is always forthright, it tells its grand story honestly within simplicity of a blue sky, green grass, a breeze ruffling tree branches, birds landing nearby pecking seeds. how comforting it is that the universe subtly reassures you that at the end of … Continue reading long days of night
shall our soul hatch out a chicken egg cracked? did the egg come first and the fowl fawned last? calm before stormy seas mastless sailboats pass drifting near a grateful golden red setting sun a much welcomed horizon at last.
long forgotten days purple haze old radio song family and friends dead and gone thinking back about good times can't drop them a line their address is gone the pendulum ebbs and wanes the pendulum swings long old grandfather clock ticks bong, bong, bong... listen up now hear what I say want to see someone … Continue reading best no delay
push the suicide button there's a flaw in the system here we go again stuck in the mystery living through it all writing with a pen sitting in the hall getting things right being born again no escaping life's misery God pushed the go back button now go repeat your history.
you never see it coming on Halloween never expected its return something you've never seen nothing you can earn not of this earth that's never been hovers like a moth over your head and then you wonder when and if you're gonna be dead coming out of one ear and into the other makes you … Continue reading spooky
he looked straight through the mirror there was another exit the angel hovered in the sky. 'who are you'? the angel replying, 'why'? there it was in all its glory glowing white like a set of headlights casting no shadow through the roof it lowered like autumn leaves gliding the dark rooms illuminated where drunken … Continue reading there stood the angel
hiding in contours of the dusty unread book. lonesome termites run through his thoughts eating through pages he'd read like countless hungry worms. printed ink transformed his mindful thinking a painted illusion of a lantern held in a small boat drifting in the center of a lake... the unborn girl in search of grandpa.
such goodness the most high invisible to the human eye aloof unseen watching over you from another realm where time does not exist watching over me fair empathetic angels walk among us in no hurry patient healing divine hands inches away beyond our grasp. https://youtu.be/oTaXIkfcUl8