Clowns in carnivals made of clay standing still night today riding long carousel horse frozen face painted white drowned out benign fright pulling rings puppet strings circus mirrors shedding nearer fat ladies sing coming clearer coming closer round and round riding horse pole slows up and down edging music clowns in rows on the ground … Continue reading Clowns in Carnivals made of Clay
Well, it's really me (maybe I am, maybe I'm not. hold on, let me check. I'll get back to you, later. will that be OK? Don't wait, I'm not very dependable or was it 'on time'?) do I have such a strong sense of who I am? yes, I am actually here inside this body. … Continue reading It’s really Me (well, kinda sort of…)
I give praise to those who've never been normal who stand and stare at things no one sees that they such as I are a sensitive soul with a wounded heart that never healed we draw our energy from a common well we suffer stormy lives while another would be unaffected not blinking an eye … Continue reading Praise to those who’ve never been Normal
Vanilla in the sky. love lost in time. jump off a roof. born again. In the nick of time. forever our illusion we are living. full erasure inside our minds.