#2015-04-29

[artower]

“i3rdEye”

D. Tower Jr.

2015-04-29

Acrylic on paper

[writeallnight]

A bittersweet drunken eve Said you’re not doing too bad, yourself? Not bad at all, you stutter, planning ways home That won’t get you up in a gutter Said I’m all right, I’ll be fine, And you put it all on the line For an option that just doesn’t seem right But the night drips deep and only few sleep It’s that stretching, sinking summer That calls folks home at two in the morn Said it’s all good, what gets me home Is what gets me up, feeling something torn Singing praise til we're reborn Just another sovereign life's Cut it out til blood eyes Preaching forgotten verse Let it be melody Sing that song in the sun Tears then peace; joy's not won

A last goal A final song

[onefootintheboilinghotlava]

This is the day I give upon the God I thought I believe for so long, but to believe in the kindness that people enact. Because I need those kindness to survive, not a god that I can’t reach