A Never-Ending Love

Look me in the eye,

If I became the magician

I love you

bright fluorescent lights never seemed so dark

Somewhere

Human beings are a race of poets — some of us develop this trait fully while others of us are content to walk through life without a thought to the world that surrounds us. We have the capacity to see nature and the world around us as something more than meets the eye. Some see this human trait as biological, simply a series of synapses firing or connecting when we view a scene in nature or think abstractly, but some see it as a spiritual endeavor outside of biology that we develop in order to transcend everyday existence. Either way, it is a quality unique to humans.

Matsuo Kinsaku, or Basho, as he is more commonly known, born 1644 in Japan, considered to be the master of Haiku poetry, would today perhaps take a liking to the camera, especially the iphone and smaller mirrorless cameras. They could easily have been transported in his backpack on a trip into the north country of Japan — but would it have changed his poetry?

You may know him as Mr. Mojo Risin, the psychedelic rock god of The Doors or you may know him as just a disturbing and strange artist who joined the famed 27 Club with his death on July 3, 1971. Both accounts would be true. Love him or hate him, James Douglas Morrison created a counter culture movement of rage that filled the 60s in stark opposition to the positive message of love from contemporaries John Lennon. Instead, Morrison tapped into the collective conscious of a generation enraged and disturbed by its wars and conspiracies and failures. Its betrayals.

When it comes to writing, words usually come pretty easy. As true as this statement may be everyone gets hit with cinder blocks that may prevent them from creating a masterpiece.

how does one describe

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Right person wrong time

There is something to be said

You don’t know what it means

The way I talk

The world began as darkness.

I read the James Herriot series of books beginning with All Creatures Great and Small when I was in high school.

A Never-Ending Love

If I became the magician

I love you

From green to yellow

We run on the earth

Amber tones speckle the trees like fireflies dancing in the night sky. Gold flecks shimmer as a diamond shines. Orange bursts like fourth of July. Glimpse of green flow like a soft moss carpet. Caramel tones as sweet as can be. Candy apple red, crisp as the air.

bright fluorescent lights never seemed so dark

Somewhere

Do not disturb

From day one, you looked at me with disgust.... but it wasn't my fault.

I want you to tell me, what you know about, "that life?"

You set me on fire just to watch me burn

1997 I arrived,

No child is bad from the beginning... they only imitate their atmosphere.

In this world, during this time

You've met her, the girl who hates ALL MEN

Darkness crept up

Welcome to my mind.

Ghost Ships (Short version)

"Savin' Country Face"