Some days my friend the past…
dreaming magic jets autographing air
the love we make, the light will know it’s ours
we need magic not propaganda fools
when buffalo played in the surf
Death slouches mean under clouds
How is it nature calls our heart?
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
What’s the use when we deny, what it is we see?
Greetings! It’s time, some things old, some things new, and me of course, thinking of you. Merry Christmas and all