I LOVE YOU

In all the hours and days of my life... Throughout all of the moments - the ones that I would rather leave alone and the most miserable ones, I can truly say the happiest I have been were the moments we spent happiest together.

 In between what seems forgotten I find comfort in knowing he is still around.

 As if a loving ghost lurks within my mind. What I hold still is a connection that lives.

 A deep, spiritual, longing for life with him.

 My voice stays quiet but my strength at times weakens when the memories of us almost seem to wrestle my wishes.

 I know he chooses to be absent and that I respect with all my heart.

 Just have hallow hopes that he never forgets that connection that still lives. He is my love. My true and first love. 

I will always hold dear in my heart. 

To move on is an action. 

To find peace At least for my soul. 

Time thickens and days go by. We grow.

 Silence becomes more comforting.

 I do still have good days. 

Thankfully more often than not.  

I face the clock. 

I face the absence. 

I live and still.

L.A.W. GET WEIRD. Photography @Patty Bazzani Model:Margarita

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because you say you are a hipster
you are not a hipster
you are a hipster
modifying clothes
drinking PBR
feeding cats
recycling
hanging out with fashion famous people
Burning down an art school
hanging out in the smokers lounge
not lending your lighter
the tightest pants you could ever wear
sea pink mermaid
life size mirror or else it's compact
snap shot of my prickling brain
random tattoos
tramp stamps
blue lipstick
pyramid shapes
third eye blind
chinese astrology
a spineless mind to match a spineless book
Gemini dragons
Moon babies born through the spirit of sound
Beavis and Butthead on rewind.
Dawson's Creek retreats
Let's go to Starbucks with my gift card
floating bookshelves of unread books
beards bitches and bubbles
withering petals from flowers
insecurities and obscurities
us

GROCERY LIST

RATS with WINGS
Birds with fins
watch blindly
space flight
transit wear
stitched statues
machine angels

UP

Oh the hours of the night
how they roar all through the night.
A victim of their awful snare,
they keep me up all through their night.
Hours, hours, horrid hours, 
creeping up amongst the flowers.
In their beds I rest awake,
Good riddance dear
I'll find a wink.

PLATH BATH

DON'T TELL GRANDPA

4LAW

I found my ring I found my ring.

 As any other might call a sting.

 I lost the ring. 

It must have walked on off. 

Where is my ring?. I miss it... I

f I don't find it I might die. 

Or better yet whither away.

 Slowly and significantly decaying in time. A softer time. Stop. Stop again.

 Stop them. Sit still. Stop and listen. A sweet sensation of a thankful intention. 

note worthy. For the Gods and the Sun and.... well of course the Moon. 

Wizards.

Mermaids.

Germs.

my ring.

TRESLAW

I want to be a spectator from the inside of a guitar.
 The vibration from the chords demands to be amazing.
 It all makes sense in a musically inclined line segment.
 Floating into the reflection of a bubble in a house of mirrors where every distorted facade is made relaxed.
 The real deal.
Every story beyond measures.
 A circular extreme super future.
 A note to be remembered.
Seeing red, whites  and blue but orange and browns are further.
An edgy, harmonic sense through the league of astral dimension.
The chords greet at first meeting.
Possibilities rise.
A twinkle a twang from the insane make those who live
on the outside sane,
To the root of the fruit the sky was seized.
A lullaby to a love tie.
Increasingly vibrant those plastic tombs of reason.
Find yourself in a spot transformed in endless, wilderness moss.
A taste of flavor.
Grooved levels.
Caving in.

DOSLAW

Dreams of....


Floating over city spaces...
Simple owls are children of the forest.
Drowning and living through waves.
Surviving a quick sand storm.
I am the spider man of virtual territories.
A sinking ship and cyclones inhibiting in a mansion with infinite floors of chaos in each room.
Next time ill turn into a swimming unicorn! Better known as the Narwhal.
Or turn into the mermaid of the sea. A shape of a sound. The earth swallowing and regurgitating back to life.
 Bloody elk horns reside throughout the corridors of my mind.
Static precision through blossoming flowers.
Sweet the blood of head sits.

UNOLAW

Ok so I am looking through your bedroom window and I think I might've seen something that I shouldn't have.
Talking about Man and God and Law.
 Wires through our brains.
 Structured dreams made to formulate.
My jaw is locked and my bones can barely breath.
I'm back in the 1940's for a bit.

The aurora borealis is the bruise of our planets.

Ship of a hip skip American.
HiddiouS hiddiouS dream.
Whispers going down stream.
What is this joy I feel?
It is a steal.
My voice thunderous like the Gods.
My temper rises as I contemplate this prose.
 Clock tick and the old flashing neon lights flicker.