What a day

The water flows like a river
onto our heads
Into our life
The earth, eager, in heat
sucks at our feet,
as we traverse the moving forest.
On the hunt for pleasure and inspiration
I look at you, you look at me
and the music and sounds throw us all
around
To gather and play old games, to summon
a vision out of the fire
Hot icy lips
And starlike eyes
Storms of youth
A chill has set in the wind
Eyes dull to match the color of the sky
We have come here to celebrate the beginning
To distinguish new hope from despair
To learn about the roads to the future
And the tale of each gray hair

Heus

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Sick

Playing a dangerous game with words.

FOMO

Playing a dangerous game with words.

The Carnivorous Feast

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Passing Out

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Braver

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Author’s Lament

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Words are failing IX

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Never again

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Wednesday

Playing a dangerous game with words.