I bowed down to the demonOne too many timesWhat little soul I have leftseeps into the dead earth Blood trails of hopegathered in a shot glassto taint and warp Beauty is the deceiverand I love to be lied toStaring off into...

August 31, 1788                                            Cher D.                             The...

the day opens and it seems to let many dandelions loose in my yard, they scurry along, charging in all directions, their brightness brings a handful of memories back as i reflect back on some youthful summers.  

Synchronize your tiny minds, so you'll catch what I sayspread some crumbs on your path, so you won't lose your waysunset sinks beneath the hill, the end of another daythe time has come for sleep again, i turn my...