Tied To The Mast

Don't listen to the song They'll have you thinking wrong Just go your way And never say You gave in to the throng I lift my pen to write But cannot stand the sight The words a mess

nurturing a dove

The child’s eyes widen, behind binocular lenses, watching as featherless hatchlings grasp for air with tiny talons; tender mums and fathers feeding crop milk to their hungry young
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Flower In A Thorn Tree (Inspired by paintings of Graham Sutherland)

Let us join hands, we five and sing a roundel of purple; purple that pricks with beauty against the thorny grimness of a stone shattered world.
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Messed Up Life Of A Messed Up Girl

Hidden underneath this strawberry flavored teen smile Is the messed up life of a messed up child Lost in the darkness Can't find the light
Cherry

Went Away

I'm sorry I hurt you I'm sorry I made you cry I thought I'd have you forever I guess in my mind I'm sorry I lied I'm sorry I screamed I hate you cuz if I could take it all back and just hold you I'd t

A New Day

The sun rises a new day comes I just wanna run far away into another land far more grand instead of be a camel with my head in the sand my loved ones take their final breath their life and mine is
Cherry

Spending Time

.50 to blow on hockey cards

A Day in the Life of the Death of God

Everyone has dreams.

who are you, tom waits:

“I did my time in the jail of your arms.” -from the song Who Are You, by Tom Waits

bugsplat derby

in a cozy office in the US, maybe at langley, or creech air force base, north of vegas, there is an officer watching video feeds of suspected targets in

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