In the dusty pages of Western history
A ghost town sleeps in the Arizona desert 🏜...
They can't stand it...
Their pretty lies poetically falls completely apart...
The struggles...
A surrender to the current is easy . One must be very brittle, pliant to mold and shape, almost...
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There must be something going around...
Five years seems to be a Memory Struggle...
They...
In the Coyote's mouth bore my innocence
sexual identity no consequence...
My son, My son, I miss you. I wish I could see you and hear all your war stories...
Memories painted in my mind in oils and water colors Some in youthful, happy colors, painted with...
The frost moon, a winter's dream
Frosted with snow like icing on a cake
...
If I cared I would no longer be dangerous If I mourned I would know the reason for my grief...
Literally breath of life is our air The flowing invisible element we take so casually The...
If the days aren't sweet enough then remember how few of them are left If the trifling things of...
I may sill have days where by brain and body dissociate form each other but that’s okay as I’m learning...
Warning: The following material no worse than getting cooties. I remember them way back in grade school,...
They trusted the lies...
They believed they were on the right side...
There was no way they...
They show their creations...
As if it should make them proud?
They show their dark side of...
Time is slipping away like sand between my fingers, but sadness I shall not cultivate ...
Time is a river, silent, swift, A fleeting breath, a whispered gift.
It moves through...
