this collateral we hold close, glow of the rained-upon street. quiet and solemn today, eh? suppose we walk away permanently. there goes another honest worry roll it all down fold the half-gloomy sky until

why these twinkling lights where the honest stars forgot. were we symbols or song? the flesh of kindness          is formed

isn’t it this easy december honesty? file away your nostalgia  with filtered torment within freezing rain  while fog remains around your heart  like chromosome stairways  the light

nape of the neck i rest the wind. i let the bones go. we carousel’d like dragonflies  lest warm my feet, tell the carnival’d hope. blister on, the tea to soothe a soft fire caravans iris swayed like

it’s your retrospect  just the one key unlock the night  or these ardent hands feeble cells i wanna construct ornament this exchange too ~Olvr

don’t make an enemy of time like the countdown deposed of western seam’d sun dispose your fears in a greedy glass of blue and sea foam. we see the golden grass hue when it’s nearing winter messages caught

laying plain, in the grass and sin always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning managing the wild craft of atoms  this life, a lonely bite of death these stars, a slumber of breath ~Olvr 

you’ll melt into the salt of unseen tears of unheld nights of unsheathed moons until another million years go by and still and on to morph the spark and fold and born too bare, the blemishes you’ll forget

a flowers bloodstream a butterflies clutch sinister color become coal together here is a warm discover ~Olvr

new mexico cold blue  red feud  rain at 20 degrees a song comes back to me another blank sky an empty black street ~Olvr

the glisten a cable car confirmation watch the fading station here your head was simple and rested all the harolding and the tunes ill motive shame carried shoulders dispelling   god and who knows

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to be a part of a river, tracing we can't climb out when the stones are carrying us i know we can angle it the truth to tell the wishes of a broken arrow that intervenes in my veins be my radio, my light

we weren't limited to the naked skin of night or the soil finding its way between our toes we carried a sail over murky waters we cradled the soul of love into a prism of rain and today i have a thousand

the feeling when you are just finishing your       final cup of tea what the universe delved out i was not listening       and i was drowning

             a black drink a cold pen strokes glowing paper       spilling strange confessions take the blow above

i keep dreaming. my sanity has shifted to rely on it allow the dreams to run rampant these days to sound like symphonies  it's all perspective. some call me crazy for being honest because they've sold