Slog in the Weighs of Barrie
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
Back and forth, the world goes round, and I'm right here, right here, right now, and every word that comes from my mouth can't seem to say please let me out...
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...
The velvety, black sky Rests heavily upon the city lights He promised he'd teach me to fly Deeper, ever deeper into the night For dreams don't just last in our eyes Life was not made for the mind So kiss the moon goodbye To naught shall thee ever be consigned Evoke
Today, the sky is a thicker shade of gray. One that really doesn't let much sun through at all. Not much sun by our standards, anyways... I used to become inspired by the sight of clouds, the smell of rain, the sound of life with a touch of laze. I'd write some music with my guitar,... Continue Reading →