Look, do you see that mountain? The grass covering its feet and the long angular lines racing to an untouched sky. How can something so massive be still, with rivers flowing from its crown and all the life of heaven rushing down? Should we all be still, with grass covering our feet and our … More Look!
A sober day. A clear day. Where light streams through the blinds and there is no shame, there is no last night. Where that same light jumps off the water, splashes, and dives back into water. Where that one girl walks her dog and they seem so perfect for someone like me. A sober … More A sober day.
the greatest act of worship in art, came from a prostitute who didn’t even have a guitar
we met on the street i’m on the street now because i’m awake and i want to see you i know there is another way i know you have your own life i know i am lonely and i drift from that street back to myself to find a trace of you in … More drift.
he flopped onto the bed tired it was midday the cool white sheets crisp fresh the lilacs it was her he closed his eyes to breath she lay down without gravity lifted his arm and lay her head on his bare chest skin warmth he was working hard for them gravity he sighed she … More the flowers before the sun
This is a new book I wrote. Check it out! https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542922054/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1490632671&sr=8-2&keywords=paul+hiram+mozley+iii Addiction sucks. Divorce sucks.We know this. So what do you do when you don’t have the strength to do anything? Maybe you read the Pablo and realize you’re not alone and there are some things worth changing out of your sweatpants for.
creed sharp corners cut the world to ribbons face the long walk home alone, stranger clean a guy gives up his life bond for death becomes worship because blood is rich life is grit look! angels bow their heads for someone born again bend there … More a portrait of the artist