Rocks can’t stand their small Shadows anymore And the desire in them grows To an outlandish size The sky’s on fire with existence As everything just wants badly Badly to live And we live and we die Like fireflies in the night But b

I am flying right through The inner lives of clouds By the seat of my pants Which are presently on fire And it’s a little hard to tell Whether we’re closer to Heaven Or further from Hell When I suddenly hear a voice Coming from insid

I have outlived Ernest Hemingway and Curt Cobain, two of my heroes I never tried sleeping my way to the top of the literary heap As others have done. I've won no prizes My work goes unrecognized and more often than not Unpublished Am I sur

When words were first born They were like pure prayer I could see them in the sky And hear them whispering through your hair But now they’re like dreams That only sorrow owns We still need the sun We need to find Solace on the ground

When the truth is spoken, we don’t know Where to look, as if we only know someone Has gotten away with something big Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy It was, how fragile, how true to itself So open and weightless, without guile

I remember having a beer once And feeling like a minor god And I know in some lie you told Your life began making sense And I also know that the mind likes logic But the heart loves chaos I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul

The sky’s on fire with existence When I’m around you Your wandering kisses enter my soul But your quiet beauty may be What really carries you It is like Finding and touching the Pearl of existence To be near you Was that your tattoo

the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…