Fifty-Eight Degrees and Cloudy

Follow the raven, Flow on the wind’s wishes Over telephone wires And the tip-tops of Tree branches budding, Chimes singing up and down Our street in the breeze. (Call me, call me, Up and down the road, Call me, call me, And there we go…)

On the Fence

Maybe it’s just us. We’re the weird ones That want to be walled off. Is it so wrong To want boundaries And to want those lines Respected? Herein lies treasures Worth protecting. (My patience, My solitude, My privacy, My will To pass through Moments in time, Minute spaces, Unfollowed, Undetected.)


Laughing at the absurdity Of me telling myself to Laugh at the absurdity of All the thoughts flying Through my mind as I Meditate on the absurdity of me Meditating on my laughing mind, mine, me…


angel, come with your band of merry saints, encircling us in holy presence. clear away any lingering doubts and fears, illnesses and pain, and heal us completely, body and soul. filled with light and knowing well the pure-God of this Earth-life, we create new beauties for the worlds imitating our inner images. we think andContinue reading “amen”

Bad Dream

Bad dream Water pouring from the attic I go upstairs to find The intruder is in. Naked but nobody notices The sick man breathing So slowly with rattled breath He cannot take his daily pills. Rummage through drawers For clothes that aren’t mine Pink jeans that look better On me than on her, yes, IContinue reading “Bad Dream”


my dear the truth is honestly stop talking. do you love filtered perfection/protection? do you love feel in-your-blood deserved? painted, like it, hate it. sick-hot as a match, you asked for me to never stop get the keys, love trim your insecurities tired of fakes, buddy, block me, block me, uniform hurt black and blueContinue reading “heeeeeybby”

“but, is it really you…?”

lifted, driven, reaching the outer-limits, the bones of us lift and dive after our spirits, coming along for the ride. “after you, after you, dear.” wish, receive. eminent and verdant, leasing reverent hands, luminous transference ending the good day, it’s not iffy, time’s up, you’re due, please and release to be approved. as talos, weContinue reading ““but, is it really you…?””

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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