The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new
There stretched out, the ocean perfect in all shapes protected ancient in wisdom its waters sound welcome to all though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death yet maintains its authority to always be there
A passive silver moon dripped its light through lace curtains into my room the faucet in the bathroom dripped with precise regularity both dripping worlds invoking their presence on me there is no wisdom gained being in the middle listening and watching to the drip, drip from my shelter of awake between … More DRIP, DRIP
From the heart a factory of tears where walls rebound or block. The eyes watch the hands fall away; they see better in darkness. Each breath folds into corners as voices pull at the blood to speak edging out truth and lies. Ears hold the place of faraway; the last words become the knife separating … More THE START OF ALWAYS
Wealth is the combination of thoughts, the garden of words where imperfection becomes perfection; the moving of art to the wall of decision and creation. The unconventional surfaces as wisdom. There is an essential compression of impulses dispersed in operatic form. The insistence to peruse is natural, it’s where the person is restored.
A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts jump from mental elevators to the tongue, releasing words from the king of hearts. A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of hurry fills the street. Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm mercury from a bar. Smoky … More CAFFEINE DAY