whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…
Tag: creation
we see beyond
i look out and see beyond the horizon i lift my head up to face myself face the world facing with clarity uncompromised honest about where i’m at i see now i see me i am not the villian i thought i was and neither is the person before me neither is the landscape…
the sister of destruction
i am the sister of destruction coming your way with no stops charging through and unceasing i follow after and make life from the path of death she leaves as my welcome mat i am not angry i am kind i move slowly i put things where they might be noticed i make things beautiful…