note #70

life's a joke, so run with it!

note #69

We all live in this city though we never really know it. The city has a life of its own. It breathes and pulses beneath us, around us, through us. Each of us experience it differently, but never fully. To each of us it shows a different face. The city never sleeps. It is always restless, always scheming. Through eyes we never see it constantly watches us. In buildings, streets and alleyways it always knows what we're doing. In our darkest dreams it creeps. The city rules us, who think it ruled by men. We created this thing. This living being of steel and concrete, brick and mortar, bones and trash.

note #68

people think they know you, but pictures reveal they don't. pictures reveal a beautiful you no one can ever find.

note #67

let the music flow within
strumming deep as sin
fill the spaces between
with silence like a scream
fill up, full up
breathe out, breathe in
feel it echo
a deep down ricochet
of bass
guitar
honeyed musical whims
dark dreams
sweet things
golden tones on gossamer vocal wings
flawed but perfect beings
wet your lips and whisper
"i'm ready."

note #66

leaves die and flutter to the ground
plants wither and flowers fade
frost sparks rainbows and paints edges white
birdsong and fountain music fades
the sun ages golden and air sharpens senses
love walks silent past his garden with nary a glance around.