Beauty

You wouldn’t even want to listen to  this. Is how you make me feel Unbelievable how I wait.

Merely a wake up with water, I am covered in perfection. As the water weaves it’s way along, It’s hard not to leave. As I float by the street lamps, I seek my journey through this pathway. Of water I now am all that it begs of me. Is this how life can be?

It came upon us as it fell from the sky above. A snow day in Burbank: who would’ve thought?

Words run-a-muck while spinning hysterically around. They do not envision anything but closure to the light. However, they ask that light be shown to help guide them. I am not sure what they ask us of. I am not quite sure where we are. Hurry and hurry! Here it comes! Lights out! Close your eyes … Read more

The way the sky falls is the way I know everything will be alright, one day, somehow. It’s my wayof seeing that the world is too perfect for anyone to see and that most have given up. People’s mistakes are their misfortunes, but our luck. We are able to see what went wrong and go on to never create … Read more

It’s amazing. It is.   To stand still after the chaos cleared and the wind blew everyone away.   Except for us. We blew everyone away. And isn’t it amazing: the power it takes to run the lamp that lights us? To keep it bright, secure, is something so appreciated, I could never thank you … Read more

The world is at peace.Again realizing how lucky I am to be here. Once more I can close my eyes to envision the furthest reaches of Earthand all that there is to offer. Take me, please, to where I need to see, to gasp, to breathe, for life. To be sitting here, writing this to … Read more

Some Colorado street somewhere, ignoring the lights under the California night,just trying to drive home,and leave the escapethat only took me 15 miles to get to. What a peace I found in a world so unfamiliar.But there I was, for the last timeI leave the place hidden in the back,full of love, full of love. … Read more

I remember when time stopped, and all that was left was the silence that filled the room, like the haze on a cloudy day, or the humidity that fills your skin. I remember. I remember mornings of mistakes, nights of confusion. I remember. I remember when I wrote so much I could die. But it … Read more

A tradition of Siena goes for centuries. Perhaps, a quintessential Italian grape. The limey clay it springs from makes it just right for the first course. Some detect a note, but I often catch the elusive apple, Made to keep intact, One of the most seductive of the year: an aroma and flavor suggestive of … Read more