Illuminatus

We found the same Inn that Master had dined in/ Gathered the group and avoided what would be defined sin/ And then we began schemes though we knew we can not win/ But hope is a disease that we would gladly just let in/ We sat for hours, twisting tales as it would suit the […]

His Wait

To this day, I wonder Why did he sit Beneath the serene oak In the crook where he fit Was it the chirps Of the birds flying by Or the psychedelic dance Of the sun’s rays in the sky He would sit and stare upon The little dirt road into down Never flinching or stirring […]