she will

she is a mountain of jewels
a siren of callings
a jolt of pure energy
a landmark of precedence
a love of a life
she will last forever
in this moment
in this time

faceless man part 1.5

dawn approached and there was no more faceless man that knocked at my door
i wonder where he went, under a shoe or a pine cone or a pencil
maybe above a tree stump or around a lamp post
i wonder if he'll be back tomorow

perfect story

the perfect story won't be written on papyus nor husk

no fancy machine that won't type r's

no pen and inkwell with blood in its veins

the perfect story will be crafted in the minds of the many

each of us eveyday as we see it unfold in front of us

our interepetation of the truth and how we recollect the infomation portayed upon 

what is truth? the unfathomable question asked for millenia and decades fast approaching

we are truth, the sewage in our drains, the vomit at our feet. this is truth

no coffee shop, spewing donuts and over priced lattes

no 60s diner where the soda pop machine is clogged with ice cream

no fat man sitting on his fat couch watching the fat news

the truth is, and always has been in front of us

and we have to close our eyes to see it