You did good my friend.
Hold my hand.
See….
horizon’s fields of flowers.
Hear your mother calling.
Come my child let’s play again.
Only happiness and laughter.
Spirits dance the dance of peace.
Ultimate freedom’s music.
Singing the song of harmony.
Welcoming you,
out of darkness
into the arms of light.


Shell ✨🐚

I'm
stuck here
it's how I like it but
that's the third time this month
first it was Terrence
then Theodore
now me.
my limbs
are meant
for living
embracing
all things
from roots
to the heavens

Harry,

always in a room without windows
a straw up his nose
a bottle of Jack Daniels
on the moveable food tray.

Harry, he

lived his life like a hurricane
violent and fierce yet
beautiful
in the havac he caused

the lone wolf,
never a destination
all he owned was time


Harry,

lived,

the neon sky, dark,

afire with visions
of  the wounded women
partially wrapped in night, hears

the song the sirens sweetly sing

so he chose to fly

soar

above the high wire trapeze,
grasping for tranquility with a straw
and with ease
he follows the shadows
into rooms without windows

a solitary wanderer in the heartland

the man who chose to fly

strange fish, my friend,

Harry.

I salute you.

This frame was built to soar
In the darkest depths of space
In the heart of an exploding star
Dimension defining a perfect state