SMASHED SAINT

Category: dreams

  • Faces

    Love you Set free Birthing Space Like orbits And galaxies To encompass This exquisite peace

  • When Did I Forget Eden

    It used to be so simple. I used to see it B&W. Love, and keep loving. Make it a daily choice. Sometimes I would border on utter stupidity, absurd blindness and ridiculous doormat-ism. Twisted loyalty and obsessive devotion, perhaps. But then the pendulum started swinging and I went a little too far back behind walls…

  • Sleepiness

    Sandwich the I Between Sleep and Your -Ness, Rest Like a rockabye baby High up in a Nest

  • quite simply

    sometimes we don’t want to be anyone’s hero, not even our own or our future children’s children it’s not for want of large hearts, or wells of bravery and nobility, or the stubbornness of faith– no. these we have in unending supply, though some would have us believe they are scarce and dry yes. catastrophes…

  • The Scientist & the Seer

    for Uncle Walter* There are moments of simple wonder when I believe That constellations can be contained inside our eyes, That comets can wrap around our brows like ribbon And fly out our mouths like laughter, There are moments of verdant courage when I believe That nobility and knighthood can never die, That death cannot…

  • Naptime

    it’s fun napping in the sun, a blanket my dreams, a pillow

  • To Kiss the World

    I longed to kiss the world, or perhaps cup the lovely broken pieces (some call them nations, others say they’re countries) in my palm and smooth them like I would a newborn pup or a yellow hatchling, hold onto them like I would a dreamy whisper the color of a shy sunrise If I asked…