The ancients would say, "Fire in the heart...
Oh boy is that true...
I smiled.
As the guard smiled back faintly...
I get it
We all get what's coming to us...
Blind man, come forth to the sound of light;
played through the strings of Never...
Baby-bottle vase on high
Two stem of long: Tulip...
Don't understand these crimes
These so called homophobics...
Slaves for our own imagination,
Trapped in world created from illusions...
Dry arrid wastelands turn to dust
As misery strides in with the desert winds...
We always become what we have begun;
first teetering steps take us from our birth...
Lonely days, followed by long nights.
The darkness is consuming...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...