Infront of a house that seemed familiar,. And patted the head of a child who was perfectly mad. Went to bed thinking my life was December.

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Observations, Learnings, Insights, and Intuition. I still listen to my scratchy LPs. The dust covers are scarred and faded, but the music can still stir my soul. Although I like it best when he.

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Diary Of A Mad Black Poet. Eloquence of mind on paper. A crown of voiceless catastrophes. Of wars that ended not in a draw. 8211; And they sparkle of invasions.

Pieces of writing from members of the group. Jacob wrestled with the angel. So, it seems, did Father Benton, for some twenty years. There was no justice to be found. It seems to me there is more comfort in a bottle of wine or escape from reality in the arms of a lover and so I am forced to ask myself why I should n.

The Map to my Soul, is Music. Mostly slow songs, the ones I get to hear the lyrics. Then it allows me to imagine what the artist was feeling when writing that beautiful music. I always think I should marry a musician. Then he can write me love songs expressing his love for me. If I could, I would sing my marriage vows. That one can only hear if they pay.

Listening to songs about heartbreak,. And then i saw your face. On a screen, a bubble of light and life. Surfacing out of nowhere, and as you rise. In my vision i become cavernous, cratered. There is too much room inside of me,. Space where the memory of you eats away. Strangers die it hurts more than those closest.