who told us we were smarter than a tree? no one has to tell them what to eat to stay healthy, trim and live over a hundred years the great oak, pine and the sycamore know how to get nourishment they press against the ground and delve deep but trees mighty and small they alone… Continue reading they stand tall
I caught a sneak peek of the great beyond its shadow relentlessly follows me these days I feel its breath on the back of my neck which makes the hair there rise when you live this long you begin to feel it tug on you with its invisible hand through an obscure curtain no doubt… Continue reading done so wrong
unlike man you never know his true intention but a dog wags his tail and there is never any question about it.
there is a time to talk and we know it's now as it was then that we uncover all our yearnings that we dispel all our grudges that someday you and I will be the breeze remembered.
clothes lines and trash burners those were the days I long to return to if life could only be rewound I would go willingly back to relive it all and do things right the next time around.
feelings come and go unreliable as though one falls out of love as quickly as he falls into it like the tide like the waves like the empty wind blows.
watered down lonely sea submerged mystery dark night grey foam screeching seagulls fly aimlessly mocking the white caps it is as though they circle above this vessel looking down laughing a haunted cackle like white crows but this earthly mariner sleeps his deep sleep in a warm bed as its captain steers his ship toward… Continue reading the watered down sea
he's the banana in the monkey's fruit basket his mind's crazy but don't ask it when you feel lazy there's an unknown wire connected to that space ship hovering above his head straight to planet Zoit run by emperor Fred hearing those voices more and more knocking on his broken wooden head planting evil seeds… Continue reading banana in the monkey’s fruit basket
be not mindful we think not like the others it is our brood who rules the earth's beauty we see what others do not see we hear what others do not hear we think those thoughts and feel those feelings most never will we live within the sheer mystery of it all.
do not fret over wondering who and what you are for you are your own driver as your wind swept hair reminds you that you are not your car it drives you crazy being so lazy looking up at those dancing stars riding the waves of pot hole bumps on the road massage your spine… Continue reading convertible driver