on my way to watch my sons theyre 3 and 1 years of age. the light in theyre eyes and the fun we have together is irreplacable.
i thought you were the Queen of the wolves who lashed out at my eye. as you did, i grabbed your hand the night turned to day our eyes met at the begining of the foundation of the earth in this time we still hadn't embraced even the world was willing to change her direction, … Continue reading she traveled for you…
out here surounded by the night on victory street. parked next to an adolescent oak, a street light, and a power pole. there are pepper trees to my left, trying to weep as they still yet reach for the sun in random acts of kindness and goodwill.
the eyes began to open and it took its first stance the ashes and embers shook off to behold feathers of fire knowledge of self was its first sound, and the first wind produced from its flapping wings we felt it as it began its first flight.. God saved the worm so that it would … Continue reading the earth began to heal..
3 stanzas not ruled down by syllable as if your eyes never fail and you live forever. as if to produce the second most negentropic force in the multi verse other than a lady.
you are what you see you are the trees ever reaching you are laughter
you are the ocean you are the wind you are the earth
the wind blows the leaves on the tree. the sun in my left eye. i'm thinking of walking laps.
when creating a new language to speak to a new being take heed it is not used against you
doing laundry on reseda boulavard. i see the smiles and feel the happiness of beautiful people. i feel the wind on my face from the outside even though i am within.