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

Sick

Playing a dangerous game with words.

This cold morning in hell

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Reflection

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Creation

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Words are failing IV

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Truly insanity

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Closed for business

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Dust

Playing a dangerous game with words.

The Mountains

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Wednesday

Playing a dangerous game with words.