emotion – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

Light Seldom Drops On Purple Soil

there is this bitter sweet lemon-aid
clouds run dry creating the fate
for humans who always hate
on something good

writing is a state of mind
you can learn it
to a certain degree
but if it’s imprisoned

I like it here
With my wisdom in a sphere
Of blue and green
Haven’t you seen

Balaclava mountaineer / Tiptoeing madness
Hush, hush, my dear / In the middle of the ocean