Holding the key to solve your problems can be a self defeating practice wandering lost at the beginning- your on a path that, its unseen destination, seems out of reach- two steps ahead of you lies the final quest the beckoning of the journey’s path is whispering in your subconscious.
we didn’t stop we just didn’t resist your yelling and we haven’t even started fighting it’s built up all the things that have happened, sorry, it hurt your feelings and it’s not fair for either of us evil is devious- this is just another letter, just another attempt. Waiting in hell for heaven is just a newcomers hope. faith doesn’t guide me… it blinds my...
feeling live on stage
Death asked me the most important thing someone should know this ultimate question about me- some might rush to quickly point in a direction into nowhere where others might statically place themselves in a location. Reference points are skewed, it’s observable, the universe is moving and the feeling does not escape, things are in perpetual movement. To the person there is only one answer it...
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I...– WALT WHITMAN 1819-1892
my love letters are lost in Alaska, all those times gadgets go misplaced and my words take so long to reach you will you come back- can you ever journey to the subtropics the heat is unbearable but your presence is desired we make all the wrong choices being truthful strategy tells me to avoid the flux of our love when the ultimate love was sought it is, was you- waving good byes
by the way of lessons:
she taught me to be patient she showed me passion and guided me in a violent manner then remember when you were young- she taught me humility and exploited my evils legends are forever, sometimes forgetting is forever and forgiveness comes in the end but in the new beginning the moon was mine and my wild crazy thoughts swirled exposed its light- the reflection was mine she taught me to care for my...
While sense lingered he clasped the maiden to his faint embrace, and as he...– Sophocles
and this is my parting letter the words that will tell you the other place is (ok) for me it’s important to say because we never wanted to stay- the best gift was that of everything and everything is nothing all at once fear was what they made me feel and others felt my wrath take me home and let me show you who we could be when we don’t worry about anything and everything- don’t...
pretty- basically, cleaning lost its meaning and the world knows it was close to godliness, so we regress to best us within
I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly...– An Epilogue JOHN MASEFIELD 1878-1967
all my love letters are mailed to Alaska just- to ask her come back to me come and you can see she can relax between all the cracks please just ask her in a love letter to Alaska, all the stamps mark my defeat if only it was OK to cheat not sure all my words were meant to be pure not like filtered water or canon fodder she won’t forget at all my love letters are mailed to Alaska in the form...
KNOCK AND THE DOOR WILL BE OPENED TO YOU.– MATTHEW
-the flies are fancy, on the wind swept feild-– P.F. Fly-
fooling on hills He’s a scared man half way to being who he is half way gone from where he came from and who he was that’s the choice the ultimate joist the hitch is made and its pull, is loaded the person he had become had come to soon and just a bit late, the duality of the good and the bad grabbed a hold of his heart and drained its’ romance and it is a confusing...
BEGIN ANYWHERE– JOHN CAGE
like to have something you had no idea of. The after reflection in pride, and shame. With all admiration in the world , there is nothing like loyalty, a gracious resolve, and a reservoir of hope.
Rock Rose Helianthemum nummularium adds courage and presence of mind in the face of terror or extreme fear
body armor off, masks on
god of thought had a son taken away, his thoughts explored evils and goods after much time apart knowledge met wisdom instigating with nature death could come, around any corner thought met the prodigal son once again they met- home again my son ready to die leave this shell of a body it’s a proud day when god’s son is ready to die