they say march can be a lion
some say she’s gentle like a lamb
I say she’s no different
than I’ve ever known her
all my years living in this land
march two thousand fourteen
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how do i decide
what to believe is real?
should i follow my thoughts
or just live out my dreams?
there once was a time
i worried about my heart
but as the years pass on
i know it’s my soul
i most trust.
september two thousand seven
audio january two thousand fourteen
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butterflies are nothing but
welcomed distractions in a
hurry-up-world
long after the youth of careless
rebellion becomes
netted in routine
december two thousand thirteen
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if only I had freed my mind
from the fatal threat
I would have cleared the board
of thoughtlessness
instead of surrendering
to acquiescence
august two thousand thirteen
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born into the dark ages
the children loved to listen
to the chronicles of the sun
rising above the hills and
making everything on earth
supernaturally magical
august two thousand thirteen
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we walked hand
in hand
throughout the centuries
seeking treasures
along the shoreline
wondering what lies
beyond the faintest star
august two thousand thirteen
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when you love something
so deeply
that you cannot live without
and the primitive nature inside you
supersedes the laws
of logistics and morality
take notice
for your best laid plans
in conquering your desires
may unwittingly leave you choiceless
and as baseless as the next man
july two thousand thirteen
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I grow bleeding hearts
in my garden
where there is no sun
they thrive in the shadows
where tears
are not seen but heard
june two thousand thirteen
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the trains have all left
this dusty little town
and I’m left on the trackside
without even a dime
to buy a little more time
as my woman sits in coach
destination saint somewhere
may two thousand thirteen
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waves created from a kiss
blown from the palm of my hand
transverse through space
in a spherical spin
attracting electrons and positrons
in twin phase arrangements
before completely absorbed
deep into your skin
‘transit kiss’ youtube video
january two thousand thirteen
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the orphan child grew
into a selfless man
always helping others
despite the failure
to ever comprehend
his own abandonment
october two thousand twelve
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She blew me a kiss
and I snatched it
out of thin air
– like I always do
told her if only
it wasn’t the last one
I’d be a billionaire
june two thousand twelve
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