Odd the way people come and go floating in and out of my life and as the wind blows it's just another reminder how walking from here to there can more often then not lead to somewhere and it's been years since I've felt the flutter of angel wings against my brow or the holier …
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Small Boy Tender
Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
Mojo Kicking In
Slipping off pseudo Dr. Freud's leather couch $250 an hour to soothe my fevered brow - ease a weary torn soul from thoughts and memories demons haunting past that push the limits crowding the 3rd eye - blind to a convoluted way of life... nothing travels in a straight line moving again and again as the moon swings around the the earth such a grandiose plan …
Trilby Yates 