Mass Confusion Slams It's Heavy Hand
My Brain Distorts Weird Images
Watchfull Wishing Well
Solid Moving Masses
Gears Revolving In Space
I Need A Traction Force
A Healer And A Place To Stay
Quiet Lights
A Strip Of Land
The Smallest Piece Of Ground
One Blade Of Grass Alone
Sucking Sun Into Brown Veins
Visions Of The Electric Poet
Jim Morrison
"No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn."
About Me
- Dreamfollower
- I feel like I have been alive a long time "witnessing the wild breeze". Tent camping, writing poetry, long country drives, fascinated with Jim Morrison and The Doors since 1966, digging up old bottles, just being a lone observer of nature and people, married, divorced and married again, had 2 epiphanies, enjoy vintage collectibles and antiques.
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