The Wheels on the Bus.Red. Blue. Red. Blue. I could see the police lights flashing through my squinted eyes.The Wheels on the Bus.
Some of the kids
lost words.Lost words wander listlessly through the midnight air, each breath draws a new gust of this wind. I’m choking on these words; I want to spit them out. &nlost words.
Dripping LineIn these Quiet MomentsIn these quiet moments preceding sleep I dissolve the barriers Of my cirumstantial self Drifting into another being -On some finely-tuned wavelength- The faint smile on my lips Utters revelation to the silence Sweet, immortal...caressing The contour of my soulIn these Quiet Moments
I brush aside the residual Fabric of mortality -Like cosmic dust- And gaze upon beauty ...Void of boundary
Vibrations pass into my heart From the purposeful motion Of celestial piano-strings The smile grows Along with a hope Perhaps grounded in the essence &nbs
Winter Chains
Slide At MJ
Devious Journal Entry
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"No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, atrociously contorted,
The real head, and the sincere face
Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies"
Charles Baudelaire
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