Monday, September 21, 2015


We sat
together reminiscing the fire,
sitting in the smoke. You could die
never looking into the dark forrest
beyond your feet. But don't go
caring about the blackness. It's heavy,
living up against the unknown, but listen,
I haven't seen God since they told me how
he looked exactly. You write your own way
to heaven. Do you know how you'll get
peace in a world of fortune telling? Give
it free of anticipation. And look for
it with rich adoration and independence.
Independence, crucial independence.

Monday, September 7, 2015


There is no such thing as broken hearts
You're holding on to unfinished starts
The fairytale is compromised
The fairytale is compromise
Don't value prospect and future
We all blush at a well dressed suitor
All we are is how we can behave
And they'll speak on this just at the grave
Don't be wary of the ending