8.20.2012


No sun permeates these new winter skies
or is it that eyes have forgoten how to see
there is a vulgar struggle between
what is good and bad.
Positive love to you my friends for the wintertime is the end.

A vision in a series of visions
illustrating how frail perceptions comfort is
only a few miles east and you can see that there are none in any place to comfort me

The trees are dying,the trees are dying!
my bad, only for this season.
Smoking herb on the edge of the world, casting off a cliff to our creator's wind
a prayer of love and enlightenment, from above and within

music from fingers and lips, liquid lsd and long road trips
dead trees walking in the forest seeking silently to find rest

there is a vulgar struggle between whats good and bad.
Positive love to you sweet ones, for the wintertime has just begun.

ROGER R.