Sunset calls
its breath bated
and softened wings sheathed

Hey free man how does it feel
to be free of her evil spell
"it's alrite it's pretty good
to breathe again. live like i should"

"Who is convinced against his will
is of the same opinion still"

I sing as but the throstle sings, amid the branches dwelling

Is it your pleasure to go up or down? You have only to command. My ear is open like a greedy shark to catch the tunings of a voice divine

If you were to think about me all the time you'd be depressed too!?

A vision is not hope nor prayer- in focus, neither supplicating nor despondent, it welcomes and rewards w/ joy and further heights

Finally!?
At mtg, talking w/ Lyle, laughing...the spell is broken

Little flower how I want you, won't you come in tonite??
Little flower, how I need you, let me show you delite

Hand in foot
Foot in Hand
Like when we're makin' love
What a wonderful plan

The hill unsheltered is a vision unseen ... Yet unworldly spectres sought an unanswered prayer.
I in my bower of bounty
stay ignorant

"To the world you are one person, to one person you are the world"

G'morning!
birds sing wing fling their cares away thru their own devices

G'morning!
a wondrous glorious sunrise of promises kept dreams enacted of visions seen... Now it is time to think make create

yerba maté

Armageddon Nervous

The clouds are swallowed the rainbows too
Greyness ultimate brings us alert whenceforth we slept
not easy being dead so let us not

G'morning! dark deep grey here a fest for the one who is blind cool convected chasms abound nought for ought does whisperer whistle

Soon the frosts will follow the moon, and punctuated by a stark reflection am I, pondering cycles in us all, condensed breaths at heart

Is Joy ever so transient it is discarded at the slightest provocation??
I know it is not so:- my own hangs by a twine most enduring

Death is ever thirsty and like an alcoholic drinks w/o thinking dies w/o warning and tells no one not even himself

Death is ever thirsty and like an alcoholic drinks w/o thinking dies w/o warning and tells no one not even himself

Death is duds thirsty and like an alcoholic drinks w/o thinking dies w/o warning and tells no one not even himself

Death is duds thirsty and like an alcoholic drinks w/o thinking dies w/o warning and tells no one not even himself

The Maiden Bride

the Virgins Made the Bed
Bad Wife
bandname

Bal shem tov
Hebraic writer

Conditions don't drive one to insanity- one must alter one's self to meet conditions outside one's control, thus assuring Life.

Love is not Love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove

Haha Haha

Is the glass half empty or half full?
neither it's half gin half tonic

hope deferred makes a heart sick but a dream fulfilled is the tree of life.

Reading a story upon the moors... I need to go see one in real life, to discover what enchanted du Maurier, Austen, Doyle, Rendell