1:28 am  •  19 April 2011  •  1 note

1:27 am  •  19 April 2011

1:26 am  •  19 April 2011  •  5 notes

Here I find myself once again transporting my soul in  a generous mechanized vehicle. Making the decision to travel by land shall prove to be a good decision, especially being in a peaceful state of mind. The reason for this journey is too touch base with all I wish to hold close. Perhaps to show simplicity into the eye of the willing.

My new friends I have

From a beautiful soul steams a fresh assembly of patrons, all females. I have no preferences over sexes to who I surround myself. Smiles of inner beauty make decisions for me, it is easier. next sunrise I will step into the human zoo, plans I will not have nor places will I have to be. I believe my soul will move as free as the wind.

For when I must dance in the city light with the one for who I desire, I must remember where I stand on the cold concrete when I shall dance in the city light with whom I desire. Only truth and the smile will put to ease what I cannot affect.

9:11 pm  •  18 April 2011

9:02 pm  •  18 April 2011

My sun would never race

No deadline to meet

Casual rise and fall

To an accepting horizon

Fellow human animal

Why do you race?

For whom must you please? (Where is it you must be?)

My sun spreads evenly

Life upon a cell

Acknowledging all who accept

No one left behind

Fellow human animal

Sporadic love

To who we dream worthy

Souls always left behind

My sun is a creator

Shear beauty

For whom cares to see

Fellow human animal

Inventive creator

Capable of beauty

Influenced by a disease of greed

My sun the water you share

Distributed to all creatures

No such contract of ownership

It is to be shared

Fellow human animal

Water we have been given

Contracts soon to be signed

War if you must

When there will no longer be enough

My sun please

We are grateful

Some are blind to see

Fellow human animal

Raise your head

Open your eyes

(I plead) 

- Evan Donald

9:00 pm  •  18 April 2011

8:49 pm  •  18 April 2011

When you miss the taste

When It is missed

Taste only she could possess

More than just an action

Soul stained lips

Venomous at times worst

Always my best

Chemistry signaled go

Pupils dilated black and bleu

But she will never know

Two hands hand pressed

Body pressed trying to make one

All will rise

To explored the horizon

Then must fall

It will rise again

Till then

Remember particular taste

- Evan Donald

8:47 pm  •  18 April 2011

8:12 pm  •  18 April 2011

I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow
of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done

8:11 pm  •  18 April 2011

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7:52 pm  •  18 April 2011

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7:47 pm  •  18 April 2011

7:46 pm  •  18 April 2011