Should we hold the flame of our tongues-
where words burn holes within our lungs...
Violent....
In the End...
One heart, heart of steel,
what is beauty made real...
For years I’ve espoused the message
from Gautama Buddha’s life...
There's a sliver missing tonight
The edge is a burnt orange...
A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care....
numb still, what is my will? as I die, why should...
Lone,
Loner so Lonesome...
Ashes to dust,
forgiveness...
What does the river of time deliver?-
running for forlorning liquor...
Hear it
Stop it...
Confusing as my soul and mind wander
To another moment in which I remember...