

This fall breeze is lovely, but one thing is missing...
the storm is here. cheers. the fresh rain and breeze is enhanced, enchanted, enhappened. enbugsy.
That's an ugly apetail.
I've never regretted forgiving someone.
Here's to the hope that the breeze never stops.
How little compassion we can have no matter how many voices strong.
fair weather comes, and enthusiasm was high with the presence of love, in love.
where the air is cool and the breeze flows through, i'm out about with two.
Dig deep.
Panic attack style.
I've become the product of my environment.
The most comfortable place to be is the passenger seat of a car at night during a road trip.
The next best thing to a hand on me while going to sleep is a breeze, both would be ideal.
roll here, roll there, roll everywhere. make a beat of this breeze and say pisces. for that is the way we spin.
taking some time and thought to devote each day.
that sort of rising sun afternoon at noon with the morning breeze.
without love you cannot live, with love you cannot die. without love you cannot cry and you live a lie, with love you cry sometimes, and tell a lie time to time.
sauntering in the stars.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani
shoes in the alley, flying down to cali, we're lacing them up, all before they corrupt...you, rocking this side of swing, catching a ride in my benz gullwing, not enough to scuff this soul i'm sliding, burning coal and our minds colliding, sipping this summer breeze, kissing my hummers knees, dancing with the devil, prancing hearts on an anvil, lush and tall crushing your all, can you handle that, or do you tattle on that cat, talking into my pillow, walking beneath old willow, a tree for your blessing and a fee for you caressing, you're peddling in my direction, heading for my connection, down to the earth, frown twice upon your birth, stand above my grave hand along my brave...heart as a start to the rest of the world, like a pest all but curled in the foot of your bed, it feels like soot spewing from your head, the weight of lead, the wait of time, rolled into luscious rhymes, cold like the story you tell, and lies you sell, you're meeting your fiance, cheating on beyonce, speak on that, leak on that, you've got nothing now, the louvre's got something now, art became of your death, tasting tart and mary beth, she says it's criminal, he says it's original, sam that is, knowing absurd, blowing the word, across the table, a moss of fables, sitting at your chair, knitting your hair, fibs rest on your lips, ribs rest on your hips, here in cali, beer in the alley, empty shoes singing your hidden blues.