We live anon unto infinitum, we may do things we can't perceive...
Star-Lit Sea
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
5-Second Love Note
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
Sweet Whiskey
I almost simply used my post from yesterday: On the Backs of Vagabonds but thought that was taking the easy road, so I'll try something new today... Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic... Continue Reading →
Et Spes Somnium
In this dazed, ulterior state I find it easy to lose my sight It is difficult to placate Simply living is an onerous plight When all that is innate Escapes me out of spite My heart this life cannot sate When dreams only last for the night
Small Talk
As if halting words Makes me greater than I am surviving hurts and poetically spitting them back observing birds dreaming the things that I can But first I must build cities from this sand Before I can ascend
December Rose 