Yesterday they spoke of Justice and it rained like no one was listening. Sitting on top of the broken brick wall I watched them cry and shake and love. The way we all use to.
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Recent Posts
- Atlantic Avenue in April
- Searching For Mangos
- Slow Motion
- The Future If We Get There
- On Hollywood Blvd.
- Where Have You Been My Blue Eyed Son (People Always Get Cold Feet Before They Die)
- A Concrete Revival & Other Jazz (work in progress)
- 4:48 – Williamsburg Coffee Shop
- On the L Train
- Tag. You’re It.
- Everything Goes
- Tell Me How Do I Transfer to the Brink of Forevers Eclipse
- A Sold SoulStory
- Broken Lines (American Dreamin’ Take 1)
- In a Quiet Mind
- An Unwritten Letter to the Newly Buried Men
- Black Slumber
- Spare Change We Pluck Like Lilacs
- Mountain Magic
- Daddy
- Clocks and Rockets
- Imagination Jackpot
- Animal Barn
- A Room in Brooklyn
- Justice Rain
