skies so blue
scars so dull
life’s wild
love so cold
textured sun
within my mind-
shield:
every time a
big lost
fight to the
end — takes
both my hands
frown
forgiven
smiles
bring the
sun.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
THE need to break free
from dogma and religion
politics and pseudo civility
leads me to believe
dreaming is a product
and living is the dream
I hope some day to break free
from objects — possessions
to imagine all the people
sharing all the world
where we live as one
Brother and sister
and the animals
and creatures of the sea
some day I hope this
— that you will join me
::01-15-2014::