Strange thoughts

what does the light mean to us

what makes it so mystical combined with the shadows of a darkened room
it seams so sacred, so pure and at the same time the darkness of the setting sun  bodes nightfall

lucid dreamer

The answer my friend is blowing in the wild

The rum poem

Oh rum my one true love
You are the R to my Roadhouse blues
The U to my unfound love
The M to my lonely moonlight drive
My lovely friend
Let’s break on through to the other side together