easy timed tones, like bells in the steeple
calling me home. Calling me to forgive my sins. The same for every soul
but my feet do hold and they grow roots. I will not go. I will not go.
center me to the place I been.
in the dark, alone, where no ones home.
in the dark, alone, where no one’s home. … More
I pulled out my canvas that I bought at a thrift store, and has been waiting for me to change the art on it’s surface. Or maybe it didn’t? At any rate, it has been sitting in my make shift art room for quite some time. And now I was ready to change it’s surface. … More Abstract
I slip my hand into yours the day closes into night and night into day pull my hand free and the time drags eternally troubles like rocks in my gears pile up and my thoughts go stuck on you on you on you it’s all on you You move and I slide I match your … More COVET
INTO THIS DEEP 