Full of gratitude, I like my latitude.

Fear grows in the dark of concealment

And dies when it is exposed to light

We’re only as sick as your secrets.

I Drifted down the road, searching for my peace

Merchandised my soul a long time ago

Yeah, I sold it with ease

Thought I was flying high above my sorrows

Like an eagle over the sea

But when I woke up in a broken tomorrow

I saw I was standing on my knee’s

Yeah, standing on my knees

October’s beautiful leisure rain’s in each sunset

Gently letting the day go as softly as it came

The night birds sing quietly as to say goodbye

Until springs kind rays guide their homecoming

A beautiful girl resides in your soul’s thoughts throughout the day

And sweetly dwells in your dreams at night.

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That’s All For Now,

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I’m staying at this funny little motel on Olive Avenue called the Safari Inn. It has the essence and feel of old world Hollywood/Vegas It wouldn’t look out of place at all if it were sitting on the edge of strip in 1963. This is my second of five days in California. I’ve been spending most of my time helping Jesse (my brother) find an apartment ( Read more... )

Oh sweet girl

Your heart is precious and your spirit soars

To heights the dreamers have only seen

My desire for you consumes me

To know your heart

And discover your soul

Your eyes are kind, sweet, honest

They are your soul’s gates

That you have so gently raised

Allowing me explore

I long to kiss the crimson tears of your past

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July’s Sweet Reflection

It’s a lazy Sunday morning, sunshine teasing us through the shades. Baby sits up on the bed and archers her back, I can’t help but to notice how beautiful she is. I shut my eyes for a second of reflection, another sleepless night. We never seem to sleep much when we are together other activities preoccupy and prioritize ( Read more... )

dead flowers and sympathetic cellophane

Mark where you left this sad world

Coolidge highway nightmare 2006

I’d like to wake up in a sudden Manhattan of pure convenience

Silently stroll past the bank towers of commercial insanity

And watch the limousines of dreams race with the taxi cabs of opinion and reality

My bags silently reside in the limo’s safe harbor

Chauffeur’s cool eyes illuminate a supernatural glow of expectation

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Walking downtown… This cheap cigar is a lovely date

If this was Vegas I’d walk up to that window and marry you my little Capone.

However this is Chicago…

And that’s absurd… cigars have no means of applying for a marriage license

And where would we find you a dress? Lets be realistic

So I’ll Walk past the banker’s towers and the lawyers dens for now
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