With the wine sitting on the table. Dancing with the flames of the 4 candles that are lit, all in celebration and memories of 4 years spent in an embrace of each other. Dancing through the grape vines and journeying the chasms of life.
2 paths collided and spun in a downward spiral to find the handle just before the ground came upon the sky.
Holding each other tightly and gathering momentum and waltzing past the clouds and the crossroads.
Whispering the secrets in art and prose only into each others ears.
Kiss and enjoy the sweet honey from her lips kiss and enjoy the sweet passion from his lips.
Enjoy the day
Enjoy the nite
Let these candles burn bright. For next year we drink with 1 more candle and memories to celebrate.
Dancing with life and all the secrets in art and prose.
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restless rift
all just floating on a raft of anxiety and nervous pleas
paid the fee to cross the mindless state of america
Hysteria burns through the plains and pains of flight or fight
remove this
remove this
remove this
life’s kiss is a “miss” understood rose or maybe thorns
when Horns pierce the side
Porn covered on all channels of snowy T.V.
restless minds
all kinds of binds and times
all adrift on a raft
Lets dance baby
Through the streets, Through theses damned beliefs. A stray
Lets dance on broken glass, Bourbon and whiskey
No more green grass on the other side
Blotch out the sun
Lets dance the night to day and dance the day away, Baby
Diamonds & Pearls
Golden locks & Curls
All is groovy
All is beauty
Lets dance, brightly stay awake
just a few stencils I have been working on.
Its cold out here
The birds I cant hear
in the morning of dew has now become in the morning of icicles
Jack frost hasn’t just woking up, No he’s running rampid and chaotic
No sun , moon, nor wind will help cease his artful fingers
Its cold out here
But there’s a smell that refreshes the mind
Awakes the body not in the same tenderness as summer but with a pure potion on the edge of dawn
Winter shall we find it? Like a embrace of lovers
Its cold out here
Yet the dead trees still seem alive
the rivers are still flowing towards the shores and just maybe you can see what beauty lies beneath
Its cold out here, its cold out here
So stop to hear winters lustful sneer
Its cold out here
Walking down the street
Lite by only a few street lamps but feeling like your shadow is the only one to understand
As you walk to the station ending a run of such importance with elaborate meaning
The cynic in you says “This was a waste.“
The optimist screams “This is what you longed for.“
To the people that surrounded you all you can say is “Thank you my friends.”
Never to forget what you found out and learned the truth that laid in your soul
Remembering that after the thunder rolls
The lighting crashes and the next morning is a site of calm beauty
Like when you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time after she said “I love you!“
The past flashed away, The present embraced by others, As your future watch’s from a distance
This is what you longed for!
Cigarette in hand walking paraell to the sea in the sandy plans
Stars fill the breeze with candlelight
Its peaceful up here
Below the tide where all is clear and ther is no where to hide sharks swim in search of prey (flesh of a virgin)
I met a mermaid once I was walking down the sandy plans of Copenhagen Denmark (Long Island in my hand and sunglasses fixed across my eyes) Walking down the beach in Denmark I stumbled, bummbled, tripped over a Tail A Tail from an enchanting beauty So I crumbled to the sand beside her and we talked
Telling eachother of the tales we endured
The lengths of love
I sang the songs of the land
As she sang the songs of the seas
So we sang…….
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