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  • I’ll Return as Sunlight

    The weighted steam drains from my skull. A vast well of wretched favors. Stitched lips as I drown. Floating down. Absorption files the edges. Seize my heart with a sharpened skewer. Cook it fresh, before the blood dries. Savor my… Continue reading

    I’ll Return as Sunlight

  • Dark Angelian Morning

    I will write in the dark. Concaved apartment walls between me and morning’s earliest light. Piano rings through my ears; sweet delight deep inside it’s essence. There is no time for sleep, The day is here… Step out into the… Continue reading

    Dark Angelian Morning

  • Beneath the Walkway

    “Give your all,” all of your freedom said. Can you wonder, or will you hide beneath the walkway when it rains? Choice is how I find out who I am. And without it; lay a man of death. To follow… Continue reading

    Beneath the Walkway

  • Warm Skin Bleeds A Song

    I want to feel your body close to mine. And I want you to feel mine close to yours. Pressing up against you, The feeling of my warm skin and yours; Music in it’s embroyonic form. Sharing each note. Volume… Continue reading

    Warm Skin Bleeds A Song

  • All

    Roads built by men, lead to beauty in all directions. To know where to go is what will change your life, as it has mine. In my opinion, true adventure begins when you’ve reached the road’s end. And in that moment,… Continue reading

    All

  • Friction Slated

    Friction slated. Level the home from the inside outward. He’s aware of the demise. Cringe and cry, but the wrecking ball flies. -GKT Continue reading

    Friction Slated

  • The Evening Sky Falls

    The evening sky falls Beyond the walls, thick. Towering. The brink of Lone Pine Lake. Molecules Frozen,  if only for an instant, if only for the season. Animals Breathe; And ancient bellows move Throughout and within the heights of the canyon.… Continue reading

    The Evening Sky Falls

  • Soul Serenade

    Soul serenade is a silent parade, Marching to the beat of your heart. Wail and sing, as the echoes bring you far beyond the start. Impart joy and inspiration. Make love a declaration. To serenade the soul is to make… Continue reading

    Soul Serenade

  • Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)

    Where did sunlight follow? To a whisper of a tree? A middle scene of Greece? A wonder livid and lucid. The future is split as are the concords of this stark universe, “Hail!” They kneel, frivolously; crawling through the trounced… Continue reading

    Ze Blind Believers Must Die (or change)

  • Rotisseried Recollection

    All I can remember is my life hasn’t started. The longing past and nostalgia mean the world to me; though it’s sad and unfulfilling to know that some of my greatest memories have been sacrificed. Herds of sheep burned in… Continue reading

    Rotisseried Recollection

  • Dust on your Chariot 

    I feel like the dust on an old country road; Baking in the sun, Awaiting your return. I hear the animals closing the distance. I dream of the way things were. The excitement in my soul builds to Himilayian heights,… Continue reading

    Dust on your Chariot 

  • The Detour

    If I were to turn the wheel slightly and steer down the path, the path with the grass growing up through the cracks, the path led, “to nowhere fast.” A place I shouldn’t be, a place she’d be scared for… Continue reading

    The Detour

  • Soul Mate

    Words absent, hollow, and weak, Devoid of satisfaction Silence indomitably speaks, Free from superficial reactions Backgrounds, landscapes and eyes take hold Vivid visions into the depths of her soul Unquestionably understanding unknown dimensions Inspired and at ease, an authentic reincarnation… Continue reading

    Soul Mate

  • Meet Me at the Curb of the Great Hall

    Easy rest I wish for you resplendent angel, On this dark winter’s evening Dream in the domicile you lay Sleep deeply, and may content pack your heart  Feel the comfort of home and family Learn the knowledge you seek from… Continue reading

    Meet Me at the Curb of the Great Hall

  • This Ain’t No Imaginary Death

    Disillusioned by a city  Comfortable and beautiful. The skyline never looked so pretty. Billboards puking on the streets. Don’t go out there alone, The police are in the mood for murder. Death is the way of power in this country And… Continue reading

    This Ain’t No Imaginary Death

  • Don’t Be Shitty

    I want to see changes. I want to read writing that changes people for the better. I want to write writings that inspire truth and love, even in the most unconcerned mind. Truth and love are major elements in the… Continue reading

    Don’t Be Shitty