All hail the non-smoker
Blessed is he, himself,
Upon all others,
...
What a story!
The clouds amass
inside my head,
We must read the proverbs
...
Beg on grounds of silk,
Beg for guidance to the labyrinth
that has given so much.
...
The darkness has parted
& is taking over.
We're taking over.
...
An execution in town square,
he shot himself.
The awakened continue to gather,
...
A brightly striking passion
flashes slowly
through the underwater world
of mass civilization,
...
Seeking sanctuary
from common ground.
I've got to get away,
insanity is a real problem these days,
...
My friend,
My best friend,
in the back yard
sleeping...forever.
...
Are you ready for heaven,
are you ready to die,
to trade in your life,
your now,
...
The strangest dreams
of a summer's joy,
be that of a girl
or that of a boy,
...
When i was back there is school
nobody told me,
That i had choice
of what I would be.
...
The tree of life
grows in my back yard,
slightly to the left,
she's just a baby,
...
How do you put into words a description of the self, it is always changing. But definitely feel free to send me a message, rate any of my poems, or leave me a comment.)
(laughter)
(Laughter)
Can you hear
your baby in the next room?
Can you hear death?
You seem very familiar to me.