Ticking Crocodiles

Time’s a bird In dreamland: where Clouds obscure absurdity- Know nothing of the sour air, the Insipidity that is reality; Neverland, behind closed eyes, is closer, Green grass grows there, and I heard Clocks tick slower, even stop; Raunchy pirates flaunt their swords; Ostentatious fairies sprinkle wonder; Crocodiles chase the cowards Over, through, around your …

mania

On a high- unstoppable. Nothing- no person, no thought, no depressive state can dampen creative sparks or put a stopper in energy pulsing through electric veins. Clouds rise and fall short to compare with feeling and seeing in explosive pops of color. How can we not sing with a passion unrivaled to crisp cerulean skies; …

epilogue: red summer

And maybe if I’m inspired I’ll write some lines about a red sun rising from the smoke of ancient forest history.   And maybe you’ll read it, somewhere, somehow and wherever you are these days you’ll be touched by the sight of a burning setting sun,   And maybe, if you’re ready,  you’ll break the eternal silence resting …

red summer

In the twilight of tomorrow moonlight struggles through the last breath of a thousand smoky trees rising ablaze in summer heat.   Yesterday’s sunset told the ages old story of the forest; devastating and delicate, a rise and fall of giants.   Tonight the sun will set, red and burning the sky, painting it orange …