Notes at 4:30am 10.15.30

Notes at 4:30am 10.30.15

searching for a noncosmetic solution to this financial dilema. Nothing coherent is waiting in my conscious mind. I'm chasing shadows of dusty dreams and rusted shut doors of perception.

Nothing matters as much as
the words, the meaning

some shady back room plot

to open eyes, open ears

open hearts, welcoming.

such a rare thing: audience
at times more precious
than gold

The lowly and lonely of us need love. It's an innate need. Built into the spine of the human experience. That light. That desire to be accepted. Not by the masses. But by the peers. Our freak lights have led to us....