

GatheringDarkness falls upon the sounds of shrieking children The train whistles past Without driverGathering
Without destination While a plane without fuel flies above
Each entity slowly returns To the oldest of olds gatherings Fairies dim their sparkling auras Wood folk put down pic and axe
A call of one Answered with an echoing animal cry Lost souls spill over the trains empty carriages Lost souls of the wounded heart


The Nature of MotherWe could stay like this eternally Underneath the covering branchThe Nature of Mother
Mother calls to us In each gentle wind In each crackling swell
Upon the dirt pack floor Tracks lay nude The light lit As we move to our second coming As we massage our bodies
The unwavering sun
Gives out the illuminating shield of white
We cool off below With a tear and a smile Splitting open our imaginings Drawing them close into vision For suicidal creatures scream With the trees rising through water While the bubbles keep in constant flow &n


Chosen AcquaintancesChosen acquaintancesChosen Acquaintances
Of pills, love and friendship
A fallen few gather Bathed in the suns rays Listening to the talk of the altered mind
Softly spoken we lay
Upon blankets and plush Nature’s strength
Crawling over purple clouds Their load ten fold on their backs
Toxins of nicotine
Fill the sparkling mountain air Charred sticks flow freely On the white blocks of art Our world revealed in blue Our roots digging in
We light up again Shielding unspoken truths With rocks hiding underneath The bowl of our psych


Old LoveYou go to kiss another It just isn’t the same You see his face When you close your eyes When you tilt towards them He appears behind shut eyesOld Love
Think of a way to kill a memory How do you rid yourself From the memory of him He was perfect Now you see his flaws Now you are close to hate The kind of hate when you still love You can rid yourself of possessions Books upon books of poetry Page after page of love
Though stuck inside you
Even after this long Hope lingers That he will return to you For a friend you can
is yer skin inked yet?
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"If we have a chance, it has to begin by people accepting that they can
be proud of who they are without despising who someone else is." -Bill
Clinton.
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'Staring down the barrel of a hot metal 45
just another way to survive'
Dani California
RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
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"If we have a chance, it has to begin by people accepting that they can
be proud of who they are without despising who someone else is." -Bill
Clinton.
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