Hidden from view

Here, too, hidden from view

With breath abating, I’m patiently waiting

To see and be seen, what a wonderful dream

Heavy heart, broken apart

Fallen tears, restless fears

I gave him my youth, he clouded the truth

I thought I knew, but I distorted my view

Time passes, apprehension amasses

Constricted inside, crumbling pride

Broken loose, spirit diffuse

Flying higher, soul on fire

Silent prayer to everywhere

Stop the madness and heal the sadness

From high above let’s share the Love.


K.C. 4.16.14

About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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