I needed to get away
even if just for a moment...

If only those murderous clouds
could have a mild countenance...

The day that we act equal towards our brothers and...
will indeed be a celebration for the realization...

Welcome back sonny
won't you take a seat right here...

I want to be your thunder
and make your heart tremble...

Red is for those sweet sung apples
dipped in flowing caramel...

I feel stretched like a lazy house cat
yawning on the happily lit porch...

Sometimes gifts of speech destroy;
infuriated tornadoes that lick malice...

I imagine that gleaming city lights,
are falling on your curly strands of cinnamon...

Thunder tumbles in
like a gymnast ready to take on her last...

When it comes down to God's mighty will,
hate is undoubtedly nonexistent...

I twirl my cocktail umbrella
comforted by its serene shade...