June4th
Your voice comes calling
thoughts whisper too
dreams a sprawling room
Come crashing through
A vicious wrecking ball
Misunderstood horse kicking stall
Flames climbing all four walls
Extra long forearm bones
Make em look like their carved from stone
The somber symphony boils the sea
While the white melody sips her fragrant tea
Only the Darkest of tones ride my wind
When the hatchet falls – tis the end
Comment by Sanlin — June 8, 2009 @ 9:43 am
Hey, Johnny. 
Hope you’re healing well, bro, and that everything else is splendid in the ATL. {{{Johnny}}} Fortunately, the heat wave didn’t last long, here, and the temperature dropped back into the 70’s. Your Stephen King Muse has been busy, again, I see. ^^ One of the benefits of having abandoned sleep, as a Night Owl, is that it *really* cuts down on dreams. ^^ Not that I mind the cool ones, where I see sights that don’t exist in the waking realm. But, I don’t miss the nightmares or the silly ones where a bird gets trapped doing something like writing a three hour dream exam (in French ^^) or trying to remember high school locker combinations from 20 years ago. LOL 
I’d ask your Muse to dream about some of the gorgeous things you saw in Thailand… but he/she would probably pick out something like your sssssstriped boxing opponents. ^^ Stephen King Muses are like that. ^^ Otherwise, all’s well on this end. My bro Bruce just celebrated his B-day (falls on June 7th–which also happens to be Dave Navarro’s special day.) I’m still enjoying the Ocean, Summer heat and exquisite sights/sounds around the Isle. Sending warm hugs, peaceful vibes and continued wishes for a full n’ speedy recovery. {{{JC}}} xoxoxo
