VERSE:
Close your eyes
Count the sheep
Let the drums lull you to sleep
Hear the people {whose streets?}
Take the streets {our streets!}
Pray your sellout soul to keep
VERSE:
You’re ground down
In the dirt
Worn out and hopeless
Never dare {wouldn’t dare}
Never dream {primal sc...
Fall is finally here again
Equinox and sudden chills
Wind and leaves and monsoon’s end
Hints of snow upon the hills
Halloween is here to play
Parties, sweets, and mischief managed
Another liminal today
Holidays for feast and famine
Life is fleeting, blowing by
Leaves and living in...
Listen. Love is a conversation, though not always with words. Feel the way the air changes when emotions flare - warm and comforting and sensual or cold and thin and bleak - these are reflections of your end of the string, and the cans are only so big.
Speak. Conversations have more than one parti...
My home is a noisy place.
My mind is a noisy place.
My life is a noisy place.
But midnight. Midnight is quiet. Midnight is the peace deep in each of us that is always there, sometimes so deep we forget. Sometimes it takes a peace just as deep to find it again.
Midnight is quiet, but my life...
A. S.
Do try to keep up.
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