January 2012
Ruminations →
questauthor:
going handheld as the sun sets we look around the room and see souls
souls treaded long throughout life
inhaled a lot of dust on the journey
fleeing fear towards a place with a bass kick thick
I’m a lost spiritÂ
a butterfly in the wind
but I’m not alone,
you ever see a flock of starlings dance?
those tiny birds moving in unison as though in trance
returning home...
PODCAST #173 – Peter Joseph, Brian Redban (by JoeRogan)
I got a dick full of blood and a wide open heart...
December 2011