may not shine with the full moon light. they may bleed, evoke tears and shouts of madness revealed when the oil-slicked asphalt is peeled back by hot shells that rip at mind body soul and dreams of mother clenching to wet linen soaked by sunday rain. i'm so sick i can't think of reason...there is none, there is only time to regret. and i know not his name, or his way or the eyes through which world revolved around him. there are many worlds and i can only pray that there is one beyond this, where he caught by more than concrete, where the sun comes to meet one's smile, where there is no reason to be anything other than happy. peace be unto you.
for a 17-year old boy gunned down 3 blocks from my home, 5/30/05.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
i owe it to myself to take time out to discuss the happenings of the past few weeks, regarding work and social relationships, however i find that by the time i get to this page it's late (1:03 am) and i have little to know real drive to do so. the days have overlapped. i should rest before the sun begins to rise.
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