had a dream
red sun rises
old west feeling
low brim hat
eye, locked
m22
whiskey, no gin
oak (dark wood?) table
or wine?
i don't know enough about it
rust, ****** hair, beard
writing
parchment
window pane
light-natural-through the
window pains
cloths
fine fabrics
fine point pens
old poems
about old feelings
falling out
of notebooks
i should still
be
writing in

Blow out the candle when the mind is enlightened

I fall in love with concepts of the simplest human movements.
I find my sense of purification and healing in the way you close your eyes,
No different to any other person.
A powerful burst of anger overwhelms me as you clench your fist around air.
The way you walk brings fear...

Are you staying or going?

Today someone asked me why do I write
And I stared blankly into thin air
And then someone asked me
" What do you see in those words? "

And then I merely looked up and said
" What don't I see in those words? "


Maybe it's the way these words have power
Maybe it's the way these words collide and form
Beautiful,
Life changing,
Phrases.

I can't sleep,  don't waste time counting sleep, read poetry

I am homesick
For a place
I have not yet found.