Photography > Little Rayburn

Empathy and love is the tower of strength,
If you have the courage to climb the turrets and flee the turnpikes
Free the escape room
From misery.

Believe me mama I've been
Through it.
Believe me mama I've been
Through it.
Believe me mama I've been
Through it.

The dusk till dawn scenarios

Where they didn't turn down the stereos and danced in the full
Moons glow,

In ragged red velvet cloaks
And broken blue seams
Dragging on the ground
In the yellow
Marigolds.

Beware of

Flare pants
Flood banks
Thunder stories and
Orphan nightmares.

How can you bare down on the
Thresholds
When the world disappears in
Flames?

We blame each other for our own losses and regret
And forget to embrace
The sunlight reflecting
In the lovers eyes

That begets the new born
Scorn is a bloody thorn
Before the rosebud has
Grown.

Goodbye earth

Hello AI
Sonnet for a video game
A patch of moss for a faun
The melodious heart goes on and on
The melodious heart goes on and on
The melodious heart goes on and on

Here is the stone gliding the waters face
The air born swallows boon,

The soon to be broken believer
All in white black gospel

That hopes run dry
The tear encapsulated in the songbirds
Reply.

Please cover me in the patchwork blanket
The one from fragments
Of other blankets
In squares and threads

Discarded warmth

A dreamer in a depth of scope
Finally seeing how to cope with the

Angel of hope.






We are making patchwork blankets that cannot take the pain away
poetry
2019