ColinResponse

out of hatred, soul anguish, drama, fate and old pain until these state controlled lands shift. / tectonic movement. fresh sonic music. blessed karma coolness. less drama? foolish. / the truest kind of love is not the absence of conflict, and evil doesn’t run unless we plan for a consequence. / bravery to dive in it…tears by the yacht-load. escaping into mindlessness…the fear is that awful. / some live with HIV for life, in truth most others live a lie, on days like these i fight to find the pupils of my wifey’s eyes / and gaze into the future and the past in my reflection - the rays of all my youth to when i’m dead and all the rest in / between: a spectrum of below the clouds, above the hells, and all the wells within us crippled human beings. / i try to love my crooked neighbor with my crooked broken heart. messy like a child as i fingerpaint this work of art…