Not every pathhas a determined end
A poem
Debt, a falcon, hovers above the lamb,as a lone bartender tends to his flockof shattered lives, too…
Sing a song to come to lifeI hum in my tombA mile underground The grass blades quiverTo the sublime soundA tune to raise the dead…
Nothing goes away, I like to believe, and in this belief, I imagine that somewhere far away a place exists, a place beyond…
I hope Death is a woman