Mandolin players encompass this night,
sweet strum, quiet lullaby,

The ancients knew,
they play of sorrow,
Bones pull strings,
resonating fiercely,
the ache,

Knowledge comes,
and to it,
we,
like the brightest light,
like the ocean,
like a woman,

Your bellies warmed,
from sweet aged berries,
rumble about gleefully,

You know of knowledge,
you forgot,
you are happy

There are awkward times and people,
feelings and movements,
words fall short,
misinterpreting gestures

There are glances,
corner-eyed mischeif,
curious questioning

Why can't we talk?
What makes me unfamiliar?
untouchable/ talkable,
totally foreign

Your hand is limp,
head turned away,
hug one armed,
pat once,
don't touch me

Touching noses
opens up pathways,
foreheads melt together
what each holds behind it

Eyes speak for souls,
the wonderment,
the secret jubilee... read more

Follow me through the thicket,
I will show you the life givers.
I will ask for one favor,
and we will get two.
Happiness for me,
and happiness for you

I decided to roll my last concept of brotherhood,
up with whatever is left of compassion,
into a sack.
I will carry it with me in remembrance.
My heart, once full,
will drink with my soul,
which flew to other dimensions,
in it's prime,

The not-so-cordial invitation
to grow old and bitter,
arrived at my door
without warning,
a successful first delivery.

There is good in the world
but not at the hands of man,
the beauty, the good,
lies in nests
high off the ground,
and whe... read more

Though we control a certain ammount of things, I can't help but feel like a doll. Someone's hand is up my ass and it's pretty hard to take right now.
Saturday began all blue eyed and cute, and left me with a headache and a strong desire for redemption. The leaves are all half brown...totally unsuitable for pressing. I pick them up anyway. The hand up my as must have gained control over my fingers too...that explains the painting.
Sunny sky is pitiful..too bright. I want the clouds to fucki... read more