We write to get away from the places we feel hate, whether undesired real estate or mind state, we all project what we’re thinking when we’re awake, hence all the stalemates. It’s because they slipped in the bad news, swished it in with my booze,… Read More
They made me do it. Don’t need to prove it so cool it. This is for the truants, those loyal to a fault, for the labels made us famous, but judge not the nameless. The faceless rock on changin’ because terrain remains brazen. I’m crazy… Read More
Love is kind its always blind can only hear a heartbeat shine between souls what unfolds transcends and cultivates gold reflected back in a mirror’s match for those unafraid to follow two paths paved the same way.
NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. 