Time

art

It’s been so long since last I played times song.

A song descending and ascending and continuing on.

Propaganda taught me to know time. Continue reading →

Smoking Squares

She’s there

When I need her.

She takes my breath

I run

To this rhyme

Keeping time

A man walks his dog on a quiet afternoon

This

Is the way

We go to reach

What is it, you say, that sets our hearts astray?

Is it not selfishness and envy, expectations poorly expressed? Continue reading →