we took the elevator to the top floor sunny day, we came to play, in my arms till we're all gray. wondering how we got this high in the middle of july you beautiful monarch butterfly- and than you were gone. flew away too a city not far away. i can't cross that border elevator… Continue reading regis tower
Tag: Loss
untarnished optics
in the highest coop waiting; not for a court date egg to hatch or a the crosshair to bleed red, for the wind to shift. for the softest landing around our ankles, it wasn't a ruling a spoiled omlet or an assassination, a request to breathe. so we wait, in this coop, for the wind… Continue reading untarnished optics
troy
it's the nothing that scares me; black voids a space between nowhere and a place that use to exist, like a city forgotten by google maps that place. haunted by regret sorrow and a memory of existing, it's that place that place keeps me up at night- once littered with treasure stripped clean like a… Continue reading troy
clipped crows
never a dull moment words all frozen runnin' from the moment never wanted to be your opponent. but here we are; windows wide open fear holding the keys- back when we were smokin' loud world at ease- please such a simple notion being overseas copin' with a potion. nothing but a busboy singin' sad songs… Continue reading clipped crows
off a cascade
field of vision narrows constant barrage of injustice cannons sharpened swords surround sweet serenity red snakes tighten their grip on a future for pirates below deck drown
ball boy
they always wanna see you fall be a king and watch you crawl they never wanna see you tall; until you make it big say they knew you when you were small
religion
i believe in you; it's stronger than the faith i have in myself
moon hunter – jailed attachment
treasure fiend; never missed home until it was gated up - chain link hugs brought memories forward; days when hugs were treasure
a worker’s visor
just be you all day; the hardest request- the you you see was crafted for you tailor made the hand me downs just don't work like they use to.
six, seven, eight
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Saint's Muse 