Danny Wilson: 100 books

Unsuspecting strangers taking me to a different place....I fight to stay on the yellow brick road...Staring at a blank screen/Destiny taps me on a sensitive shoulder....

Trying to capture the magic of Nuance.....I seek the brief sense of  External time?....I walk within the shadows of Melancholy babies....Freedom rings!

Azet ft.Zuna & Noizy.....Reggie Anderson smiling from the heavens/Sister Mary Julius smiling anew...Interesting strangers flow/grow beyond the matrix...

Sitting within the throes of chaos/I travel down the road to perdition anew....Finding reality to be left of the twi-light zone.....Doves cry!....The reality of small-town idaho "illuminating" philosophical souls anew....Sensitive eyes taking me further down the yellow brick road.... 

The search for money fading to black now...Hope arrives at the end of a distant sunset.  Memories of pretty brown eyes look into a blank soul while pondering truth.

Allowing the muse to ramble. I take myself beyond the inner demons. Finding a quiet place to discover myself. I step into the unknown without imaginary fears.

The prisoner.....Finding Sister Mary George....The evolution of human foibles fading out at 2 am....Grey shadows pushing the limits of the psyche...

Wistful thinking turning to somber reflections. Transparent thought processes available for the masses. A moment in time takes the form of a narrative. Stories point towards an inevitable somber ending.

Life can leave you between a "rock" and a "hard" place at times. People trying to exist as honorably as they can. Human emotions leading humans in many different directions at the same time.

Tomorrow is another day....Just believe!!  Reality comes and goes but faith is eternal.  The down-trodden,homeless,and misunderstood matter.

Tatiana knows......Louis Armstrong touching my bi-polar mind?.....The shadows of Jim Morrison moving me at 3 am....Delusional thoughts flow/grow within poetic license...

Moments in time test all notions of reality. Pieces of a dream paint a flawed picture . Total strangers become a part of communal consciousness. Tomorrow shows a faint glimpse of happiness.....

I imagine realness....A heart-centered world trying to survive...Sensitive humans attempting to be human for a moment in time....Pondering aeon flux anew!

The illusion of Han Solo fades to black now.....The poetics of Stephen King rising to the surface....I roar!...Missing the nuances of a flawed existence/Keeping my head down on the yellow brick road?