The Painter and the Poet
The painter sits on his throne in the sky, like a vile donkey judging the putrefied. His pompous delusions, like rotten grapes, spew onto..
Little ashes underfoot, making their way through cracks in the floor, lost pieces of happiness, taken, stolen close– but not close enough..
The painter sits on his throne in the sky, like a vile donkey judging the putrefied. His pompous delusions, like rotten grapes, spew onto..
Isolated from the rest of the world, lovers surrender to the phosphorescent sea. Slipping into the delights of their solitude, their..
the price was too high for the man of many dreams the pains are too real for the man of many feelings the loss is unpardonable for the man..
I wrote your name on my head so I would always think of you I wrote your name on my hand so I would always hold you close I wrote your name..
gone away don’t know where i’ll be back don’t know when left my reasons my mind my heart keep them or not don’t forget to feed the..
can’t open my eyes can’t lift my head can’t make myself get out of bed don’t feel no hope don’t see no light..
The dreams she kept safely tucked under her pillow slipped away and fell on the old battered floor the insensible breeze snuck in..
Ancient cliffs embrace the frozen river like massive totems keeping watch. Trees tenaciously cling to the rock supported by their spindly..
A little adobe was born from the earth and lives near the river that runs by the cliffs that are covered with trees that shelter the..