I get it. I know what works. Dysfunction dominates, Fully filling laundry bags Because that’s all That can be worn. Nothing soft will sell, Nor
I came upon a bench. Upon a hill. Within myself. I looked to see him sitting, Silently gazing at the Calm between breezes. Placing thoughts
Every morning You return to touch my heart Set my world afire © Brandewulf 2018 Inspired, in part, by the sunrise I saw yesterday morning.
The ceilidh called Both burning hearts To dance beneath The ancient pine. He saw the light That played against Such sable hair, Sweet lips of
This week’s Reboot will take us back to 1991. This is a song that Neil wrote to touch upon the end of the Cold War.
You wish that not the one you are, Instead to be another. Afar. Apart from paths that lead to here Away from fleeting, failing fear.