Blueprint of the mind of a psychopath

This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in as this satanic satire plays a symphony. My Brain tries to compute, like a typewriter racing against a macbook. Outdated… Unappreciated… Old fashioned, without a spirit to imbibe. This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in and…

Bonds made in a form of a circle

I’ve found this love… And I’m not letting go. It’s what I live for in the mornings, as I sip on coffee or tea. The newspaper unfolds and my day has begun. The children are sleep and my love is wrapped inside her blanket. Her warmth, her skin, her grace and heart. From the beginning…

Ride

Take me down stream. Deep into the subtle waves. Take me down stream. Where the forest meets. Take me down stream. As the water moves back and forth. The bears chow down on fish The birds chow down on bugs The water connects everything like a mothers love. Take me down stream towards the waterfall….