Thanks Kaia. It seems to be a favorite amongst my Facebook friends as well. More than anything, I love what it means to me, what it looks like in my head, and how it makes me feel.
ah, creative love affair!
gotta love that :)
two things:
I met a young poet this summer; intravenous drug use was as a metaphor she used to express her need to write
i sorta use art as a band-aid of sorts...
but i'm feeling this, jerome :)
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Today I let a tree grow inside my head.
It branched into the depths of my subconscious,
splintering the solitude of synapses
in a particularly green fashion.
And then it spoke love,
in a way that only something
bent on growth
could ever utter suc...
I am a vandal of life...my wife was pencil til the day scritch scratchin on blank white sheet didnt have the heat.
divorce now my voice is hoarse. how am i to find a new love for my time above?...I met her in a social place paint clashes with boar...