Monthly Archives: June 2017


When the hangman greets you I feel the fibers of the rope just as real as the nails I feel when they crucify you. I feel the heat as your village burns and when your mother is hit by a … Continue reading

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We see billions of stars shining as the crescent moon follows the sun an hour after it sets sinking due-west they’re twinkling like the rest lost somewhere in the sky hidden from the untrained eye and billions born, and billions die … Continue reading

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Count the reasons until you can no longer count because you no longer want to count because you no longer want or need anything but peace no silver lining, no new lease count the reasons and the seasons will cease … Continue reading

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The wind’s whispers are drown out by screams and shouts broken dreams, no doubt seem the end is near awash with tears and years and years will pass you by what dreams did come abruptly die and cry and sing … Continue reading

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Mountains & Oceans

The weight starts adding up the moment the lights go out and dreamland arrives, the weight piles up minute by minute hour by hour pound by pound, until around the time the sun rises until around the time the roosters … Continue reading

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The rain has many names and it comes in many forms just a mist, bringing a rainbow or the most biblical of storms

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we’re not ready to let go and enjoy the show and watch the player piano with dancing ghosts raising toasts to machines and green screens and Mean Joe Green pass me a bottle or a box of wine hurry up … Continue reading

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