It satisfies the soul to step back occasionally
and roam the smaller town main streets...
the weather feels,
moody...
Medication
Is not illumination...
You may never see my face,
But you may know that I am vocal...
What withered Frenchman plucks a courtesy
For a dream about a crimson road with a rich...
He flies
his tattered kite...
The news I have
heard...
~Upside Down~
Before my eyes shut I stop and pray...
The Orchestra
The many instruments, each one playing their own...
Shadiness blurs past inconspicuous strangers,
a color that isn't seen with the naked eye...
Blind man, come forth to the sound of light;
played through the strings of Never...
Drink it, drink it
Cherry bomb...