You wake out of habit or bad dreams, and forgotten errands A tonic of panic and melancholy And what is life without it Believe me you will sleep again Do not over think this It doesn’t have to be perfect Only true
You wake out of habit or bad dreams, and forgotten errands A tonic of panic and melancholy And what is life without it Believe me you will sleep again Do not over think this It doesn’t have to be perfect Only true
From inside Looking out Reaching through the bars to feel the grass To see the sun The wind blowing through the trees So the world is spinning The west wind is singing me to sleep Dreaming I’m awake I’m awake I’m awake I should be watching the clock The clock with hands I never understood what it …
Sometimes she worried that someone would hear all those mutterings and mumblings she mumbled and muttered to herself Knowing they were growing louder and louder Somehow she couldn’t stop herself And one day she just screamed… But, it was okay Because, nobody was listening and no one listens to them _________ *For Emily Dickinson …
Lying here, feeling so high As the clouds go drifting by I dream my dreams and let them fly Sending my prayers in flight like the dove Where the clouds race so high above Far from me and the strife below Where we struggle as friend and foe Far from this journey, where I fear …
Robins building nests As snow swirls on new blossoms Clinging to my coat
Pink blooms opening A swaying waltz in the breeze As the sparrows sing
Today I just decided to look up
The Definitive Guide Step 1. Put on “Kind of blue” by Miles Davis Step 2. Enter a euphoric state induced by an irresponsibly excessive amount of grandiose hyperbole, bongos and Irish coffee. Step 3. Rant frantically a confused discharge of sensations, emotions, and disallusions until you reach the pinnacle of rhetorical zen. Step 4. Write the …
It’s the same window Waiting, watching, in silence As we all pass by
Snow and ice resolve This is how we begin here A dream and a plan
