Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. it sat above me on top of the mountain pass, waiting for me to reach the gate. I trodded and trudged up the hill dreading the moment when I would reach the apex. I did not want to be judged, but still I climbed and crawled over the boulders blocking the path. Will the obstacles I overcame and surpassed make him sympathize and feel my plight? I doubt it. I could hear his stomach growl, it was like thunder. I could sense his hunger. It just waited and watched. Why didn't it pounce and put me out of my misery just end this journey? Was it too invested by it's delight in my struggle? Damn you demon! You may best me and get in my way but I will win & get over this trouble triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.Continue reading “manticore, sporadic, nomenclature”
watching time live
sing along with me or read the lyric here
and remember it’s never too late.
I lived a thousand life times loved a thousand more I’ve haunted long forgotten ruins and cruised the coastal shores searching for my destiny on streets of broken dreams where I was young & forever was mine I had nothing but time but that was then it’s not today it’s another place and time of where and whens and used to be’s I used to wanna be so many things. I used to have so many dreams.Continue reading “Watching Time”