stardragon
Bluelighter
invisible blessing
we are moon-young and the incense-wind blows
we are sun-warmed and with forest-song
all we want is a little more than we'll ever get.
on saturday
wooden chair on a cloudy morning
cheerios with no milk
Freakazoid and Tick awake with me
rain
the gentle rain smells of life
and patchouli.
the gardenias smile at me
as i touch the bars of my prison.
the drizzle, indifferent, goes on.
blood
all our blood is red
as passion
a simple fact of life
and death
unpitted
fingers stained in cherries' blood,
i think of you and wonder:
how to separate your sweetness from your stone?
(untitled)
Much of the mystery in art
lies in knowing where to
we are moon-young and the incense-wind blows
we are sun-warmed and with forest-song
all we want is a little more than we'll ever get.
on saturday
wooden chair on a cloudy morning
cheerios with no milk
Freakazoid and Tick awake with me
rain
the gentle rain smells of life
and patchouli.
the gardenias smile at me
as i touch the bars of my prison.
the drizzle, indifferent, goes on.
blood
all our blood is red
as passion
a simple fact of life
and death
unpitted
fingers stained in cherries' blood,
i think of you and wonder:
how to separate your sweetness from your stone?
(untitled)
Much of the mystery in art
lies in knowing where to
